#( * b. dewitt / memory is another name for ghosts. )

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“You’re living out a death sentence in there.” / sc. ; @stormhcted​

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“Where was I? Oh, right. Crippling sadness.”

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Fingers rubbed over the bruise forming along his jaw, quiet curses muttered before he seemed to notice Dena. “One of those diving suits knocked me on my ass,” Booker explained as he worked his jaw for a second. “Thought I was threatening one of the girls or something.” / @pulchratormentum​ ; sc. 

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continued / @compatiissante​

It was no secret that Booker was less than open when it came to affection and soft words. He was more of the rough and silent type than anything else. Everyone that had come into contact with him seemed to realize that in the first few minutes. Maya was different though. She was the one person who made his hardened heart soft, rough voice softening and quiet when he spoke to her. 

“If I’m the pretty one here then I’d hate to imagine what you’re considered to be.” Lips quirked at the corner of his lips, a hand settling against the back of her head after he stroked it over her hair again. 

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continued / @compatiissante​

The tension in his shoulders seemed to drop away at the feeling of Maya pressed against his side. The admission had been quiet and honest, almost enough to startle Booker himself. He let out a quiet huff of laughter as his eyes fell closed. “That’s not what I meant, though.”

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“Are you shivering?” -- & for contrast robert bout ready to give booker his jacket ://

The colder months were always the roughest. While the fact that he had a job helped, things were still tight and he tried to budget things as much as he could. (Or scramble to fix things when he spent too much on alcohol or had to pay something random after it broke). A new jacket was the last thing that was on his mind. Booker would be completely fine if the twins didn’t drag him out of the lab to do whatever almost every other day. 

“‘M fine,” he muttered without even glancing toward the other man. He shoved his hands into his own jacket pockets in an attempt to warm them up. “I’m not shivering or anything.”

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“This scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” -- from grumpy cold rosalind who says get ur own damn scarf booker

“It’s my scarf.” It had been his scarf, at least, a couple days ago. Before he had first offered it to Rosalind when he had noticed that she had seemed cold.

(He had been stubborn enough that she actually took it, at least. Which seemed to be impressive with how stubborn Rosalind could also be). Booker was sure that the twins had their own actual scarves that they could wear. Though he had stopped being surprised at the fact that they never seemed to bring them to the lab with them. If he was not outwardly smug about the fact that Rosalind was still using his scarf to stay warm then he should at least be allowed to share it. 

“I’m sure you could find a much warmer one at some of those fancy shops around here-” Spoken as he gave a light tug at the scarf, giving the redhead a tiny and almost amused smirk.

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compatiissante / x. 

chinhands back - “how ya doin’, darling?”

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compatiissante / x. 

“no. I’m completely fine.” booker was never fine and no one should ever listen to him, honestly.

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compatiissante : @ booker: smooch maya or smooch frank

“I’d rather kiss my wife than a spoiled egg.”

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timerotted : ♡ ( from liz to booker )

“Oof-”

A soft grunt escaped him and, for a long second, his brain did not seem to be able to process what had happened. He had been poking through one of the offices that they had stumbled into to hide. People in Columbia seemed to have a habit of leaving valuable things lying around and he was happy to take any loose coins of vigors. Booker had not been paying attention to Elizabeth so when she was suddenly pressed against his chest with her arms wrapped around him? It left him reeling for a second. He made another, softer sound as hands hesitantly came up to wrap around her. 

“Are you okay?” 

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cxstae / sc. 

“listen. I don’t really give a shit and you’re making yourself look bad.”

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💖 booker !!

booker practically bristled at the feeling of someone lacing their fingers with his own. it had been a while since anyone touched him so casually - to the point where he didn’t even seem to be used to it anymore. touch starved, really. “you scared of me loosin’ ya?” he teased as soon as he noticed anna. the smile that settled over his features was crooked and he actually seemed to relax once he noticed her. 

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pulchratormentum : ❛ i refuse to believe you’re that stupid. ❜ @ booker

“You might be sorely be mistaken there, Dena.” A hand came up to rub at his eyes before scrubbing down his face. He looked more than tired. “Maybe I just sound dumb because all I’ve done is work ridiculous hours then watch Golden Girls with Frank.”

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oxtaiiiled replied to your posts: our prophet fills our lungs with water, so that we may better love the air.

“I will literally stab you in the face.”

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open canon dialogue starter . 

"That idiot priest needs to learn the difference between baptizing a man and drowning one."