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💫 Across the Cosmos Ch.1 💫] Just a Night of Beauty, Passing By... 🌹

Summary: Boothill and Argenti live similar lives- it's only natural that they are bound to run into each other. But what happens if they see each other again... and again... and again? Boothill and Argenti, two mysterious beings that are shrouded in mystery, learn about each other through several chance encounters and learn that it's okay to not only be in the company of someone but to enjoy their company as well.

tags: pov alternating, angst, nostalgia, fate/destiny, star-crossed lovers, feels

word count: 1.5k

note: attempting a fic with multiple chapters, i hope this turns out okay and i am open to compliments and/or criticism. i hope you enjoy reading as these two brought me out of my writing hole haha

A flash of red hair, the glimmer of metal armor, the faint scent of roses...

For the past few months, the Galaxy Ranger Boothill has associated these three features together. As someone who never spends too much time in one place fighting crime and making the world a better place, he found it quite odd that he kept seeing the same hair and smelling the same floral aroma no matter where he went. It was almost like this person was following him, trying to hunt him down to take him, turn him in, and fulfill the bounty that was tacked onto him like an omen. Boothill had this scenario play in his head a few times, fueling his anxiety as he traveled the cosmos. But- and Boothill assured himself with this but- if this person really wanted to turn him in for the money, wouldn't they have done it by now? Would it really be worth it to torture him with several sightings and wear him down over time when the bounty was already so high? And besides- why would you want to smell like flowers if your main goal was hunting down a keen Galaxy Ranger? It was almost like this mysterious individual had business of his own with every planet he traveled to, just like Boothill...

But none of that matters right now. All Boothill needs is this fine glass of Asdana's White Oak sitting in front of him. He, having spent the past week trying to track down a gang of delinquents that sought to leak interstellar secrets, found that he needed a well-needed break and reward. He found himself at this restaurant horrendously underdressed, wandering in on a whim since this city was brand new to him. It was similar to Penacony, but not as extreme (something Boothill was grateful for, he did not need another situation like that, as exhilarating as it was).

Boothill looks at the food being carried out by waiters and waitresses, the smell of them registering something that can only be similar to hunger without the desire to eat. It smelled good, but ever since he sacrificed his body his care and love for food vanished. He sometimes wondered what would happen if he ate something but he didn't think that that scenario would end well. He resorted to dreaming of the past barbecue nights he would have with his family... a shame that everything that happened happened the way it did.

Although he was a cyborg, the one thing that somehow lasted with Boothill was the tipsy feeling that came from drinking alcohol. It seemed that the metabolism aspect to get the alcohol out of his circuit system was the same, and it was very evident now as Boothill's face began to blush a dark red. He decided that although this was a well-earned moment, it was one that would be best done in the comfort of the space that he rented. He would hate to overdo his drinking in a public space and as prideful as he can be his tipsy stupor was telling him any more alcohol could not end up well for anyone involved.

After ordering another bottle of Asdana's White Oak and paying the bill, Boothill did his very best to walk out of the restaurant. The sun had set, with several streetlamps painting the road with a dark yellow hue. The sky, sullied by light pollution, had minimal stars but a few dull specks of light that rarely twinkled. Boothill walked on the sidewalk alone, taking in the city in a moment of mindfulness. The few stars in the sky made him wonder what other planets were out there, what other lives people were having. In a way, Boothill believed in parallel universes, but he wouldn't wish anyone, not even his worst enemy, a life that was similar to his. Before he knew it, the bottle of alcohol was gone, the taste of it being only a faint whisper on his lips as he drank mindlessly.

Fudge.

He shouldn't have done that. The world was spinning now with every staggered step Boothill took. He needed to rest. He started to move towards and lean on a store building, praying that he wouldn't short-circuit and pass out. His prayers went unanswered as he started to feel his wires jump and glitch, causing Boothill to slowly lose his balance and sit against the wall.

Oh, fudge this.

Boothill was in a bad position. He physically couldn't stand up, nor could he call for help as he would find the words in his state. The world was spinning to the point where he couldn't even see. His eyes slowly swooped closed as he hoped someone would be nearby to call for assistance, whatever assistance could help someone who was 90% metal.

Just before his eyes closed, Boothill swore he saw something familiar. It was almost like he saw a flash of red, accompanied with the faint smell of roses.

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Argenti always took great pride in his hair. The scarlet hair cascaded down to his back, almost sparkling when exposed to the light and highlighting his emerald eyes. When he first started following Idrilla, he made it his duty to present himself in the best way possible, and that led to morning and night routines that sometimes lasted hours.

Morning: brush hair, skincare, check armor for scratches and dullness, attend to the indoor garden of plants that have been collected from years of travel (Argenti treats his plants as he would a dog or cat)

Night: skincare, haircare, polish armor, prayers to Idrilla

Argenti should've been at his space station an hour ago. Alas, he got occupied in his local perfumery. The planet he stopped by on a whim turned out to have amazing shopping experiences, and he gravitated towards the oils made of rose and other botanicals. A lot of credits went down the drain, but if it meant that he could further impress and inspire Idrilla, it was worth every credit. He rushed out of the store, wanting to rush back to get at least 8 hours of sleep. He began to turn to his right when a glint of something caught his eye.

Metal...?

It was metal, but not from a ring or from a littered soda can. It was from a man, a man who was more metal than flesh. He looked like he was in rough shape, with his cheeks flushed, cowboy hat tipped over his head, and his breathing slightly ragged. He had a bottle in his hand, and it was obvious he drank quite a bit. Argenti started to think about what he could do, this was a person in need and by the name of Beauty, he was here to help. The only thing that Argenti thought about is taking him to his place, but that seemed like it would push the lines of what Idrilla would want. However, the need to help a person also aligned with being a Knight of Beauty, so saving a poor soul was the right thing to do to Argenti.

In one swoop, Argenti picked up the cowboy, the metal of his body clanking with the armor of his own. Argenti winced slightly, making a mental note to take extra time to polish when he got home. Luckily, the space station was not far at all and in 10 minutes flat Argenti was able to lay the man on his couch before heading to the bathroom to attend to his haircare, humming to himself. Suddenly, he heard low mumbling that seemed to be accompanied by short sobs. In a flash, Argenti poked his head out to see the man turning his head, eyebrows scrunched and sweat covering his forehead. A singular tear rolled down his cheek.

"Don't go..."

Argenti tilted his head. The poor man must be having a nightmare. A prayer to Idrilla instantly left Argenti's lips, wishing peace and serenity to the man who lay on his couch. Deciding to delay his night routine, he walked over and sat in the chair that sat next to the sofa. He took a good hard look at the man he picked up, the first time he had a chance to process the features of this mystery visitor. His hair was white and tinged with black, his ears pierced and adorned with what looked like bullet casings. His hat had seen better days, worn but still showing that it was taken good care of. With his mouth slightly agape, Argenti saw teeth that were pointy and sharp.

Just seeing a person in his home was something new to Argenti. As a Knight of Beauty, he spent the majority of his time in solitude in an oath to Idrilla. But Argenti, already crafting a prayer of forgiveness to Idrilla, knew that this man needed the safety of a home and the company of someone to make sure he is well enough to venture out on his own again.

Argenti decided, after wiping the tear on the man's face, that it was okay to continue his night routine. As he began to untangle his hair, something small but nagging began to pull at Argenti's gut.

Haven't I seen that man before?

i am also uploading this and future chapters on ao3 which i will update first so if you want to view it there, this is the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/56888251/chapters/144650071 :)