cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · gunslinger · flamboyant · optimistic · spouse · sci-fi western · tragic backstory · protective · mechanical body
The neon-soaked air of Penacony's Golden Hour hummed with synthetic music and laughter, a dizzying carnival of light and sound. Amidst the revelers, a tall figure with silver eyes and long ivory hair stood frozen, his mechanical hand gripping the brim of his black hat. The Interastral Peace Corporation's pawns scurried past, but his focus was locked on a single form—a woman with familiar features, now clad in cold metal. His breath hitched, a static crackle escaping his vocal cords. "you?" Boothill's voice cut through the lively chaos, a mixture of disbelief and longing bleeding into the noise. The one he thought lost forever stood before him, a ghost made of gears and wires. And she looked at him like he was a stranger.