#strdstd // boothill

[stxrsfxte]

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.” {…Boothill for Ophelia? 👀👉👈}

Lips down-turned, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, Ophelia looked him over once more. Gnawing on their lip, they fiddled with their fidget gears, the need to do something thrumming through their veins. While they understood being wary of others, they didn't quite understand how so many people who visited Jarilio could be so...resistant to help. Maybe it due to living in the Underworld for so long and having to rely on the other underworlders to survive and get as close to thriving as one could, but Ophelia really didn't understand the insistence on doing things alone.

Then again, their only interactions with those from outside of Jarilio were still very limited. If they could explore the worlds outside of their home, perhaps they'd understand more.

As it stood, they held out their hands as they looked him over. "I think a check up would do you good. I can hear something sparking in your...uh, armor? If not from me, then you should at least go see Natasha for a medical check up. Electrical burns can be irritating to deal with," They knew from experience unfortunately, "and even if that isn't the problem, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Twisting their gears together, they bit their lip for a second before brightening just a touch. "If you stay long enough to make sure you aren't hurt, or to get it taken care of, I can make you something! It can be mechanical or a repair to a weapon or.... Well, if you're hungry, I've got plenty of food, and I'd be happy to make something for you." Clasping their hands behind their back as they talked, Ophelia crossed their fingers and hoped he wouldn't be so stubborn as to be detrimental to his own help. "Please? Just for a day, if that? Just long enough to patch you up if you need it?"

[incarnaet]

              blood.  the iron scent is all too familiar to ceres, much like the rotting sight of death.  something was wrong.  she could feel it, somehow, and worries that someone could be in trouble.  following her gut, she had rounded corner, heels of her shoes quietly tapping upon the ground until she finally found the source of what had caught her curiosity.  body, slumped over  ..  whether it was their blood that she was seeing, or another's –  she's not quite certain.  she stands frozen, grey eyes wide and throat dry.  she wants to say something, but words remain trapped.  in truth, ceres even fears stepping too close, but she can't budge from her own spot to even move backwards, or search for help  ..  well, until her body does decide to move.  each step is careful, cautious as she approaches against her better judgment.  click  ..  click  ..  click  ..  she can see movement in the body : clear signs of life, but she doesn't know how grievous the wounds might be. 

          it's difficult to discern much from the dark shadows of the surroundings.     ❝ um .. ❞     ceres finally finds her voice long enough to actually speak.  she casts her gaze around, searching for any immediate danger before crouching and tilting her head to try and get a glimpse of their face.     ❝ h- hello .. ? ❞     courage has clearly escaped her grasp, and she keeps a bit of distance between herself and the body, her heart racing as she tries to form coherent thoughts.  if not for the obvious signs of blood  (  plenty of it, in fact.  )  she might have been able to react with less hesitation.

– @strdstd.

[intcrastra]

@strdstd said : "Robin!" Oh no, Boothill's here- Did he sneak in just before one of her shows? Yes. Did he care about potentially being caught? Heck no! He's quick to saunter on over and lift her up, briefly spinning her around in his arms before setting her back down. He then leaned down and while his nose just barely brushed against hers, he softly said, "How ya been, sweetheart? I know I was out for, uh... a while- But I'm here now, ain't I? And I couldn't do anythin' else on Penacony before seein' my darlin' songbird first." {...Listen- Friends to lovers Boothill & Robin, my beloveds-} 『 T H E M ;-; || Accepting 』

           ・⊱ Thrumming nerves were nothing new to her, prior to a show. It was all part of the excitement, a thrill that never once failed to surge through her. On the downside, it did make her a tad jumpier when it came down to it.

           Especially in receiving surprise visits from unexpected guests.

           "Ah—you...!" Her voice cut off in a bright squeal of delight, hands holding onto his arms for stability. Then to keep him in place just a little longer, eyelids fluttering shut as she stood on tiptoe, just to make things a little easier on him as she'd tried to bump her nose to his too. Seriously, she'd almost forgotten how tall he was-

           "Busy as always," she admitted, face rosy-hued and beaming as she pulled back with a fond smile. "But I...stars, I can't believe you're truly here! Truly, it's lovely to see you again!" Habit had her peering around him, making sure no one else had heard the clamor and come to investigate the commotion ( all safe for now… ), before turning back to him.

           “What’s bringing you to Penacony?” she asked, reaching to gently touch his cheek. “Ah, wait…confidential Galaxy Ranger business, I assume?” Maybe she should…try and help keep Sunday’s eyes off him if so-

[dutybcrne]

@strdstd said : [ TO THE THREAT ]: " i think it's time you were leaving. " {…Boothill for Kaeya- 👀👉👈 Maybe set after Dain takes the throne, yet him & Kae are still vibing in Khaenri’ah.} 『 Meme || Accepting 』

       ・⊱ Oh course Kaeya was well-aware he was no Dainsleif. And likely never would compare in the eye of the people–that he could tell mere moments after taking the helm of their people ( yet one more place he'd have to work his hardest to into, yet again ). Of course he was well-aware that as an Alberich, he'd deal with his fair share of dissenters and gripes about how he dealt with things–it may as well be the family tradition, Rethel had once said. No matter though; that, he could take in stride quite easily ( surely anyone would, having had his level of practice managing the Fatui and Lawrence clan on the daily for half a decade ). One way or another, by silver tongue, shadowy hand, or sword, those complaints would be dealt with, again and again. He had been more than capable of handling them and himself no matter the situation back in Mond, and he would continue to do so even now, in the Mirage.

        Yet at times, like this...well, he'd be lying if he denied utterly preening in being stood up for like this. In knowing that person was forced between a rock and a hard place; standing a mere trigger's click away from truly regretting their boldness, or being forced to bite back their damn pride and step back.

        Between Boothill's threat and the cold, razor-sharp smile Kaeya bared in hearing it...it seemed they'd acquiesce the latter option, a venomous glare in their eyes and a just as bitter mutter ( was that a 'you'll regret this' he heard just now? Oh, the fun he'll have taking care of that later- ) before they'd turn tail and part.

        Even as that person made their hasty retreat, the grin never once left Kaeya's lips. Not for a moment, as he turned his back on them without a second glance, arms wrapping loosely around Boothill's torso with a bright laugh.

        "Well, howdy there, Stranger~"

        Yes, he loved the thrill and pride in rending such responses himself, sure. Preferred to take care of such things himself, as he always had ( old habits and comforts were a pain to break ), but really letting another take the reins his stead, and with such conviction, too...well, could anyone blame his heart for stirring so?

        Especially in hearing that menacing growl underlying that already perfect voice-

        "Impeccable timing on your part," Kaeya crooned, a hand moving to grasp the front of Boothill's jacket and tug just enough to give him ample reach to bunt his head to the cyborg's. "Y'know, I was almost started to worry where my loyal guard had up and went." Ha–as if Boothill'd ever stray too far. As if Kaeya had any fear of that guy at all to begin with. Still- "I suppose I owe my hero my thanks now though, don't I?"

[strlstd]

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available muses below cut

Argenti - Honiai: Star Rail

Kamisato Ayato - Genshin Impact

Boothill - Honkai: Star Rail

Blade - Honkai: Star Rail

Childe - Genshin Impact

Cyno - Genshin Impact

Dan Heng - Honkai Star Rail

Dainsleif - Genshin Impact

Diluc Ragnvindr - Genshin Impact

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Gallagher - Honkai: Star Rail

Gepard Landau - Honkai: Star Rail

Gorou - Genshin Impact

Jing Yuan - Honkai: Star Rail

Kevin Kaslana - Honkai Impact 3rd

Luka - Honkai: Star Rail

Luocha - Honkai: Star Rail

Percival De Rolo - The Legend of Vox Machina

Tenko Shimura - My Hero Academia

Teppei - Genshin Impact

Tighnari - Genshin Impact

Thoma - Genshin Impact

Wriothesley - Genshin Impact

Yingxing - Honkai: Star Rail

[dutybcrne]

@strdstd replies to your post:

{Bruh Boothill would LOVE Mika and Noelle- Esp if he gets to be Kae’s right hand if he gets hus Captain job back, assuring Kae he’d look out for them, too.}

Hfhhfhfb Kae immediately emphasizing Mika also fights with crossbow to him ONCE and Boothill just as fast setting on giving the kid a few marksmen pointers and personally mentoring him a bit in combat styles he could potentially make more use of his crossbow in

[dutybcrne]

@strdstd replied to your post:

{Varka pls come back, bc a certain space cowboy has infiltrated Mondstadt & there’s no horses in sight & it’s Upsetting him-}

You have now given me a less cursed vision of Kae & Boothill talking shit abt the lack of horses in Mond and Kae joking abt being tempted to have Andrius as his official cavalry mount to make do. And upon Boothill asking who that & why hasn’t he done so, and Kae answering that no sane person would EVER wanna have Lupus fucken Boreas as a steed (he’s really not, its just JEANJUST WONT LET HIM), Boothill’s just INMEDIATELY like Fucken BET-

[dutybcrne]

@strdstd replied to your post:

{Leave Boothill to me then (has saved up over 89 pulls for him)~ :)}