I'll be your huckleberry.

Gambler. Smoker. Alcoholic. Lunger. I have been called many things in my years... But mostly I'm just Doc, and I'll be your huckleberry. || Doc Holliday || historical RP || multiverse ||

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At first, when he feels the shift in the mattress, his exhausted and drowsy mind supplies that it’s Kate crawling into bed with him. Who else would it be, after all? Aren’t many who will share a bed with a ‘lunger.’  

But then, that doesn’t seem quite right for some reason––hadn’t Kate left him again? Had she returned in the middle of the night when she knew he’d be too tired to turn her away? It wouldn’t exactly be uncommon for her, after all.

Brow furrowing in confusion, he starts to pull himself from the haze of sleep. It takes a few moments, but eyelids finally flutter open, slightly bloodshot and red-rimmed eyes revealed only in the flash of lightning that illuminates the room… as well as the petite figure curled up on his bed, under the covers, as upset as anyone can be without crying––Well… so far as he knows she's not crying.

Before he has the chance to say anything, the crackle of thunder quite nearly shakes the room and it only seems to worsen the poor girl’s condition.  

Perhaps the storm had caused it in some manner. He has his own grievances with such storms, as through his dreams. The booms of thunder mock the sound of cannonfire tearing through his beloved home in Georgia. It had never actually happened, his home being beseiged, but then that doesn’t really matter in the realm of sleep.

But then, the why isn’t important. Seeing Dionysia like that, he can’t simply ignore it, can’t go back to sleep. Since coming to her aid in the saloon that night, he’s grown rather fond of her, taken her under his wing, so to speak, to keep her safe. There’s not much to do to protect her from a storm, but he’ll at least do what little he can to comfort her.

Covering a dry cough with a handkerchief that he keeps close to him even in his sleep, he scoots himself over ever so slightly, one arm outstretched to her.

“Come ‘ere, sugar,” he prompts and it doesn’t take more than that to have a slip of a young woman pressed to him, her head on his chest, hands clenched into the material of his sleep shirt. 

He vaguely wonders for a moment if she can hear how sick his lungs are that way. The shallowness and rasping of each breath. The thought is fleeting, however, as he closes his arms around her. Though some men would take advantage of this unexpected turn of events––especially out here, in this town––there’s nothing sexual about the gesture. Nothing untoward. It is simply one frightened soul adrift in the tempest-tossed sea trying to offer comfort and refuge to another.

“You’re shakin’ like a leaf in a gale,” he says quietly, one hand taking to rubbing circles on her upper back. “s’alright now, darlin’. Even Zeus in all his fury wouldn’t harass you here. He’d not dare risk the wrath of Thanatos, for even gods know Death.”

He doesn’t expect his allusion to make any sense to the girl. His references seldom make sense to anyone in this godforsaken land where quoting the classics draws nothing but blank or confused stares, or belligerent curses. Regardless, the words are spoken in earnest and perhaps at least that will translate to her.

Forgetting his own exhaustion, he remains awake, stroking her hair or rubbing circles on her back in turns until at last the quaking stops, until at last he feels her relax, until the storm has long since ceased. Only then does he close his eyes and surrender to Death’s brother, Sleep.


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holliday is a crotchety old bastard who doesn't care for anyone but himself.

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There’s several parts to that claim, so I’ll go point for point here.

“Crotchety”: True. He can, on occasion and especially in ‘later’ years, be ill-tempered, even snapping at friends if he feels poorly enough. But what people should understand is that he was living with something that was quite literally destroying and hollowing out his lungs. At the age of fifteen, he had contracted consumption (or tuberculosis) from his mother. For those who don’t know, this made laughing, shouting, and even breathing extremely difficult. In the end, it’s very likely he would practically have felt like he was drowning and unable to take in air.

“Old”: False. John Henry Holliday lived to be only 36. While far older than anyone predicted and certainly longer than anyone can explain, that’s not exactly a ripe old age.

“Bastard”: False. He was born of a legal marriage (though sometimes I suspect that he wishes he’d never had to deal with his father).

“who doesn’t care for anyone but himself”: False. Probably the falsest statement/point out of any of this. He cared a great deal about Kate Harony/Kate Elder (or as she was better known, Big Nose Kate) who was his on-and-off-again lover, and she used and very likely abused him. What’s more, Doc also cared a lot for his family, and for Wyatt and Morgan Earp. Proof of this is that, when Morgan Earp was killed––regardless of his deteriorating health and the heavy toll it would take on it––Doc followed Wyatt on his vengeance ride to round up (and kill) all of those involved in his brother's murder. It’s very likely that this ride is what basically put him in the ground and it was because of how much he cared for Morgan and for Wyatt that he was willing to put himself last. So, by far, this point of the claim is the most wrong.

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// I swear I'm going to get to those headcanon asks soon, but dunno if I'm in the thinking space for it tonight because I like to really think about them, and few of them are ever short answers. :') Currently, still not where I can type up a starter yet (and, as far as I know, that's the only thing I owe), but I'm about to post a starter call here and possibly for @ohxhangxme because here and there is where my inspiration seems to be at present. I'd definitely love some interaction for Llewyn because he's pretty much been neglected lately. Anyway, if anyone has any thread ideas for either, just let me know and if you're up for anything, just like the starter call. Thanks!

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