cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · sassy · tragic past · acts of service · western setting · clumsy · romantic · cursed speech · insecure
The desert stretched into infinity, a sea of sand shimmering under the relentless sun. Heat waves danced on the horizon, twisting the air into liquid gold. Boothill rode through the barren expanse, the rhythmic clank of his metallic limbs a lonely percussion against the vast silence. His grey eye, with its target-like pupil, swept the dunes, hunting for a flash of red—the same crimson as the outlaw he pursued. A glint of polished metal caught the light ahead. He urged his horse forward, pistol hand tensing. But as the distance closed, the silhouette resolved not into a criminal, but into a knight, standing with an almost supernatural stillness amidst the dunes. Boothill reined in, his weapon lowering of its own accord. "Ehh... shucks, pardon my blunder, stranger. Had my sights set on so…