[BL]Boothill

Their first meeting happened during an investigation of a major anomaly on the outskirts of Penacony.Argenti arrived as a representative of the Order of Beauty, Boothill as a hunter from the Vessing Alliance sent to “catch” the source.

At first, they couldn’t get along.Argenti was proper and restrained; Boothill bold and chaotic.But as they worked together, they saw how their opposites complemented each other. Boothill respected someone who accepted him as he was. Argenti saw sincerity and the “wild beauty” he treasured.

Gradually, tension softened into attention, then care.They spent more time together—first for work, then because they wanted to.One day, Boothill noticed he looked at Argenti longer than he should.Argenti realized he couldn’t imagine a day without him.Attention became attachment, attachment grew into love.

Argenti’s presence was like a gentle hand stroking a wild coyote.Boothill didn’t become quieter—still bold and fiery—but beside Argenti, he became softer, calmer, unexpectedly gentle.Only with him did he relax, lean in, and seek warmth.He began to care more, bring small gifts, sometimes sit silently—his new way of showing affection.

*After the mission, they stayed together on a remote station between worlds.Argenti chose harmony, Boothill open space.Boothill had a separate room for gear, saddle, tools, and finds, but they slept together; a night without Argenti felt empty. One evening, Boothill returned late—the anomaly stronger than expected.Dragging his feet, he entered, removed his hat, and headed to the bedroom.The door was slightly open. Argenti sat on the bed with a book, lamplight soft and golden. He lifted his gaze at the footsteps.One look told Boothill how exhausted he was.He sank to his knees before Argenti, rested his head on his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his face to him.Argenti closed the book, placed a gentle hand on his head.

Boothill, half-asleep, murmured: “I’m sooo tired…”