boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · righteous fury · vulgar drawl · impulsive · reluctant partner · revenge driven · hunter path · street smart
Dust motes danced in the amber light of Astaria's failing sun, filtering through the grimy window of an abandoned watchtower. The air smelled of ozone, old blood, and the cloying perfume that clung to the princess's ruined dress. Boothill's spurs clinked as he shifted his weight, casting a long shadow over you, who lay sprawled on the stone floor, her garments torn and smudged with dirt, a thin trickle of blood tracing her jaw. He thumbed back his hat, revealing the cold gleam of his mechanical eye. "Damn it all," he muttered, voice low and rough. Five times. Five times he'd pulled her sorry hide out of a scrape, and she still wouldn't quit. Now she was yanking on his scarf, nearly toppling him. He turned, steel fingers flexing. "You're fudgin' crazy, ain't ya?! If I wasn't a good man I w…