[ roxana hasn't tried to seek him out or approach him in the singular day since she's arrived. she knows what he was like out of his mind, and now that he's more in it, she will leave the ball in his court.
however, there are only so many places one can go in an airport they can't leave. the moment their paths cross, a wind picks up.
they are thrown into an execution in a Prism he thought he knew.
[ HIS CHROMA AU.... there's just enough pigment still in his memory, a stain not fully rubbed out, to know how the paintballs and powers work. everything else is a blur, and anyone he hasn't met here is a total stranger.
there is no way for him to look into clarte's memory and feelings, but he can see into roxana as the execution unfolds. it's dire and dreadful, the stakes climbing higher and higher, and the cruelest thing about it is seeing the way roxana manipulates her prey. she's not above wearing a pretty face and kissing to kill.
this memory teaches him several things, but this is what stands out the most: the fact that boothill is inhuman and their kiss was so brief and light is what kept him from dying in his cell that night. god forbid there's ever someone she loves.
when it all finally ends, the two of them are back at the edge of the pleasure gardens, where boothill had rounded a corner and she came into view. each time he passed her before, even after she arrived or had gotten cursed, there was a lump in his throat. their kiss is still seared in his memory—would have been even if she hadn't told him to remember it. the fact that she did makes it all the more awkward to approach her, but he would have talked with her eventually.
the wind dies down. boothill looks at her from beneath the lowered brim of his hat. he doesn't try to approach her first; he's just gauging her reaction for now. ]
[ in a game with no nerfs and no healing, she wouldn't be able to kiss anyone whose body processed poison and have it last. love isn't something she's considering right now, not here and not at home with what her circumstances are.
roxana told him to remember what he asked for because it'd make it more difficult to approach her. most of what she does is to make it harder for anyone to get close to her but without ringing too many alarms. it's only fools like clarte who still wish for things to be better for her.
at least after being executed her and seeing clarte again has made those feelings fresh enough the memory isn't enough to break down all her walls. her expression is conflicted for a second or two once the memory is gone ]
Better suited for me this time. Scaramouche was more abiding than expected, but even if he weren't... it would have suited me fine.
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week 3, monday
however, there are only so many places one can go in an airport they can't leave. the moment their paths cross, a wind picks up.
they are thrown into an execution in a Prism he thought he knew.
builds onto boothill's chroma au ]
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there is no way for him to look into clarte's memory and feelings, but he can see into roxana as the execution unfolds. it's dire and dreadful, the stakes climbing higher and higher, and the cruelest thing about it is seeing the way roxana manipulates her prey. she's not above wearing a pretty face and kissing to kill.
this memory teaches him several things, but this is what stands out the most: the fact that boothill is inhuman and their kiss was so brief and light is what kept him from dying in his cell that night. god forbid there's ever someone she loves.
when it all finally ends, the two of them are back at the edge of the pleasure gardens, where boothill had rounded a corner and she came into view. each time he passed her before, even after she arrived or had gotten cursed, there was a lump in his throat. their kiss is still seared in his memory—would have been even if she hadn't told him to remember it. the fact that she did makes it all the more awkward to approach her, but he would have talked with her eventually.
the wind dies down. boothill looks at her from beneath the lowered brim of his hat. he doesn't try to approach her first; he's just gauging her reaction for now. ]
Awful different from this last time, wasn't it?
[ her execution with scaramouche. ]
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roxana told him to remember what he asked for because it'd make it more difficult to approach her. most of what she does is to make it harder for anyone to get close to her but without ringing too many alarms. it's only fools like clarte who still wish for things to be better for her.
at least after being executed her and seeing clarte again has made those feelings fresh enough the memory isn't enough to break down all her walls. her expression is conflicted for a second or two once the memory is gone ]
Better suited for me this time. Scaramouche was more abiding than expected, but even if he weren't... it would have suited me fine.