The way I'm just innocently listening to some tunes, writing a little piece about Boone, and Frank Sinatra's "One for my Baby" comes on... Now I'm crying, and--
😢
Boone breaks my heart every damn time I think of his backstory. He deserves some of the sweetness I've got in store for him, methinks.
its snowing! which reminded me of another WIP I had (maybe I’ll finish this one soon).
Wynonna cartwheeled and crashed down into the snow laughing and whooping as she did so, Rex bounded after happily barking and biting at the falling flakes. Boone watched with his arms crossed, standing stoically until-
WHAP
A snowball exploded against the back of his head, sending chills rocketing through his whole body.
“Hey!” he whipped around to see Cass holding back laughter.
“Wow, that really came outta nowhere huh?” she snorted, unable to contain her grin. Boone sighed before bending down and quickly grabbing a handful of snow and tossing it her way.
“Oh, c’mon you can do better than that soldier boy” Cass taunted dodging out of the frozen projectile’s path. The sniper knelt down and formed a solid snowball, dodging another attack from Cass. He chased after the woman and managed a solid hit on her back.
“Hah!” Boone barked, only to be knocked off balance by a snowball to the eye.
😨 on a truer level i feel like you're not ACTUALLY very intimidating but it's very hard not to associate you personally with the extremely steely, penetrating gaze of Carla in your avatar
carmen is so opposite of how i am it’s kinda hilarious. i have the opposite of resting bitch face irl so it’s double funny. next avatar is probably gonna be cheery lizzy or somethin’ so i’m less spooky
anyways right back atchya because modding is fascinating but kind of complex to me and i have infinite respect for anyone who does it, doubly so for people who do it and are fuckin’ funny
and then the comics thing. comics are hard. the amount of willpower involved in plotting that stuff out and then DRAWING it and not getting bored??? god i wish that were me
(also lol i goof’d on myself by naming her carmen and shippin’ her with boone, because it suggests he just has a thing for people w/ ‘car’ in their name.
LET BOONE DRIVE A CAR
... maybe he’d be one of those weird car fetishists you see on TLC sometimes)
And my first sketch of Carrot! She’s all ready for Christmas in the Mojave. Chances she’s still wearing that Ugly Christmas Sweater in a very not-Christmas season: high
for a request.... ☠️🦖 "say it. say it!" with Boone maybe? I love me some angst
You want angst? Here! *throws this at you*
I hope you're happy with it, cuz I'm not... I'm not okay after writing this. 😢
(I actually am, I love me some angst too, but... Boone is my love, and I hurt him here.)
No, but thank you! I genuinely hope you like it, even if it's full of hurt
"You've been quiet."
Boone looked to you as he spoke, his fingers pulling painfully at a hangnail as he awaited some sort of response from you.
The campfire lit up your expression, one of thoughtfulness, but also of... fear? Disgust? It was the same look a New Vegas rich man gives the people of Freeside...
Suppose that's not a good sign...
"Yeah..." You forced out. Boone's eyebrows raised, tentatively hoping for more. "I just... I don't know what you want me to say."
His eyes narrowed, but you weren't looking at his face, just down into the sand below.
You hadn't looked at him since he told you.
"Well, you're the one who asked. So... "
"Yeah, well, that wasn't exactly the explanation I expected!" You burst out, your voice shaking and shattering the silence of the night. Boone's body jolted where he sat.
Quickly, his surprise turned to anger of his own.
"She was stolen from me," Boone said slowly, "My wife was enslaved by the Legion, brought to an auction, like some brahmin... did you think it was going to be a happy story?"
Malice dripped from his words.
He'd told you.
And he told you the truth of it, of what he'd done. He knew it was horrible. It was unspeakable, it was one of the absolute worst things a person could ever do, and he knew that, but couldn't you see? Couldn't you see he had no other choice?
"Well, no, Boone, I knew it was going to be bad, I just... I didn't think that you were going to be... I didn't think you were capable of... That you were--"
"Say it." He nearly spat.
Your eyes finally met his, glaring, as scorching hot as the fire beside you, but more deadly. There was fear there still, but now there was unconcealed loathing.
What the hell do you have to be angry about? Carla was my wife. I loved her, and I'm the one responsible for losing her, for... ending her life, if anyone should be angry, it should be me!
"Say it!"
"I didn't think you were a fucking monster! What kind of man kills his own wife? His child? Boone... what the hell were you thinking?"
White flashed in his mind.
Then memories.
He was back. Back on the cliffside. Back looking down into the yard. Seeing the hundreds of men... Seeing the line of slaves. Seeing her there.
There where she didn't belong.
He didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't think. He was trained not to.
Follow orders. Take the shot. Take it when you get the opportunity. Don't wait. There may not be another chance. Hit the target where you're sure they'll never rise.
End them.
Do it quick. No time to think.
But it was also all Boone thought about. Every night... all day.
Did he make the wrong call? Was there another way he could've saved her?
He always argued that he spared her from a fate worse than death, that he saved their child from a cruel, unforgiving world... but what if he was wrong? What if, against all odds, she could've made a life with the Legion? What if she could have been happy? What if he could've saved her another way?
He knew that's not how it worked. There was no chance of him against the whole Legion. And he knew slavery was messy, and horrific, and that many in that line would've begged him to do the same to them, if they'd had the chance, the choice, but... a man so filled with regret, with misery, so desperate, so guilty... It forced him to consider every option.
To pain himself further with every thought. Like he deserved.
It forced him to consider that you may be right. He may just be a monster.
But what else could he have done?
"I was thinking of her..." He whispered, his voice less than a croak.
Boone is actually an egg alien on the run and that’s why he gets angry if you take his beret, if his shiny bald head is naked to the sun for too long, his brothers will locate him and arrest him for his egg crimes.
... No Bark, is that you? 😂
Next you'll be coming to me saying that Easy Pete is one of the mole people, only coming up from below to spy on folks with long hair in the area.
No but I could see it, Boone sometimes strikes me as someone who doesn't know how to "person" correctly, so he mostly just keeps his mouth shut.
I still feel bad for him tho. Poor egg alien fell in love with a human lady, going against the mission parameters for him and his other alien buddies, forcing him outside the law so that he could be with this human no matter the cost, and then, even after all that, he lost her. Boone should've listened to the other Eggians and tried to stay unattached, then he wouldn't be on the run from his own people now, and he wouldn't have lost Carla.
He definitely does have a sensitive head though, so he never trusts anyone to shave it but himself, and he gets sunburns VERY easily. Not to mention the risk of being found by the other aliens 😂