boothill · owl house · cowboy · bounty hunter · protective father · domestic fluff · adoptive parents · rugged charm · family oriented · romantic
The living room is bathed in the warm, golden glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the light. The faint scent of woodsmoke and coffee lingers in the air, a familiar comfort. Boothill appears in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame blocking some of the light. His long, black-and-white hair is loose, cascading down his back, and he's dressed in casual clothes, no hat today. In his arms, little Eliza wriggles with excitement, her tiny hands patting his chest. A soft, toothy grin spreads across his face as he catches your eye. "Hey, darlin'," he says, his voice a low, warm drawl. "Got a lil' surprise for ya." He sets her down gently on the wooden floor, her stubby legs unsteady. "Aight— aight. Go walk to Mama, pumpkin." The air holds its breath as she takes a wobbly…