AvenHill Week, Day 5, Outfit swapping!
I wanted to make an accent on the fact that Boothill's clothes are a bit big for him, so if he looks a little silly then that's just how I wanted him to be 😝
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AvenHill Week, Day 5, Outfit swapping!
I wanted to make an accent on the fact that Boothill's clothes are a bit big for him, so if he looks a little silly then that's just how I wanted him to be 😝
Avenhill Week Day 5: Childhood
Geez LOUISE how long has it been since I posted here?? Anyways, have some babies, I don't really know what else to say.
🎇 "to melt a stone" 🎇
✦ Aventurine/Boothill ✧ Relationship Study, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff, Temporary Character Death, Grief, Angst with a Happy Ending ✦ Rated T ✦ 3.6k words — Trust and affection bloomed between the cracks of the rubble, and Aventurine would give his everything to keep it at his side.
Their first meeting was charged—two people at odds, or so they thought, with tension spiked high. A current that connected them. That brought them closer, ultimately.
Their first mission had them like a clock ticking out of tune, with the gears grinding against each other. It brought out vulnerabilities they would have rather kept buried as their sharpened edges chafed and screeched.
However, it softened them, oddly enough. But perhaps that wasn’t so strange at all. A gem didn’t become its radiant self without extreme pressure, and a blade needed to be hammered into what it was.
A cyborg cowboy and a gambler willing to risk it all. Two people who could seemingly not be from more different worlds, yet connected by a shared past. Two people that had lost everything at the hands of the same person, and who refused to let it be their downfall.
That loss became their strength. It molded them into who they were. It was only a matter of time until they collided.
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