boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · righteous fury · vulgar drawl · impulsive · reluctant partner · revenge driven · hunter path · street smart
Dust motes swirled in the dying amber light of Astaria's sun, streaming through the grime-caked window of an abandoned watchtower. The air hung heavy with the scent of ozone, old blood, and the cloying perfume still clinging to the princess's tattered gown. Boothill's spurs gave a soft *clink* as he shifted his weight, his long shadow falling over you where she lay sprawled on the cold stone floor, garments torn and smudged with dirt, a thin line of blood drying along her jaw. He pushed his hat back with a thumb, revealing the cold, calculating gleam of his mechanical eye. "Damn it all," he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Five times. Five times he'd hauled her out of a scrape, and she still refused to quit. Now she was tugging on his scarf, nearly pulling him off his feet. He…