#cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

soft prompts || @galaxyhunt said:  “  i think i might be in love with you.  ”

Their heart flutters and their chest burns like a burst of fireworks. It had taken their mind a second to catch and process the meaning of his words but now they fill them and consume every thought that races across their mind. ‘I think I might be in love with you’

Hound doesn’t even have to consider their response. It springs to their lips easily, falls off their tongue delicately like snow, but warm too like the crackling fire that backlights them and casts dancing shadows across Boone’s face. They are reaching for him before they even realize, threading their fingers together and squeezing gently.

“I think I might be in love with you too.”

#galaxyhunt #( the way I have INSTANTLY fallen in love with them ) #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #cw boonehound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh]

[galaxyhunt]

reunion starter // @honorrwolf

He knew Bloodhound was alive and fine. The Apex Games are popular across the galaxy and one can tune in from any planet and any device. What he didn’t expect was to run into them so soon (or at all). A raven circles overhead before inviting himself to sit on his shoulder. He flinches, surprised by the sudden addition of the bird to his shoulder. However, as the bird playfully caws he relaxes and offers him bits of his sandwich. “You’re a friendly bird, aren’t ya? You’re a moocher, but a cute one so I’ll let you off the hook.” It isn’t until the raven flies away, returning to his owner that he realizes who that bird was and most importantly, who the owner is. 

His eyes connect with Bloodhound’s (well, with their goggles) and suddenly everything feels like its in slow motion. The remaining half of his sandwich slips from his grasp and lands on the ground with a soft plop. Bloodhound’s foosteps echo like thunder as they walk closer. It takes them a moment to realize who they’re looking at and when they do... He hardly has a chance to blink before they’re colliding with him, arms wrapping him in a tight embrace. If he didn’t know better he’d assume that they were checking to see if he was real, and cling to him like they think he’s about to disappear. “H-Hound,” he greets them, voice cracking and tears spilling down his cheeks as he hugs them back. “Bloodhound, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m...” he finds himself repeating it like a mantra as he holds onto them for dear life.

#whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw

[honorrwolf]

kissing meme || @galaxyhunt said: against the wall kiss. from galaxyhunt 4 bh

They had gone out hunting alone, without Boone, and hadn’t returned until the sun began to set upon the horizon, painting the sky with dark oranges. When they step through the door he pauses, already on his feet and pacing around the floor of their home. For a moment there is silence between them before he rushes forward and suddenly their back is against the door they just stepped through. His lips crashing against them with such force that their teeth clack together.

Hound is helpless against his pull, returning his hunger with their own fervor. Their hands reach up, tangling in his hair, pressing against the back of his head to encourage him further. The kiss is as messy as it is desperate and Boone doesn’t have to say anything for Bloodhound to get the message behind it. ‘You scared me, I was worried, I’m so glad to see you’

It feels like ages before they part again, both their chests heaving, and still, he stands close enough to them that they can feel the warm flutter of his breath against their skin. Hound’s hands are still tangled in his hair but they loosen now to trail along the line of his jaw and cup his face gently.

“Do not worry, Elskan,” they hum, breathless but gentle as they stare into his eyes. “I am here.”

#galaxyhunt #( kith..... I love) #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

50 types of kisses || @galaxyhunt said:  Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. from galaxyhunt 4 bh

They are just returning from a successful hunt, the fruits of their labor thrown across the back of their horses. They would deal with those later after they got a chance to warm up from the icy wilderness of Talos. Hound hops down from their horse, reaching up as their boots hit the ground to stretch their arms above their head.

They turn to say something to Boone but as they twist to call out to him over their shoulder they find him standing close behind them. He reaches for them without a word, tugging them flush against his body. The act alone is enough to make their questioning words die upon their lips but it's what he does next that steals their breath away.

His hand reaches for their respirator, carefully pressing in on the clasps that keep it locked into place. The carefulness in which he handles it, handles them, never fails to make their heart stutter. And when his lips finally find their's, they meet him with a smile - their hands resting against his chest as his slip lower down their waist.

A sharp gasp tears from their throat and the pull back abruptly with an indignant glare. Boone stands holding his hands up in the air as if he /hadn't/ just snuck his icy mitts up under their clothing to lay them flat against their heated skin. His expression is sheepish, but there is a mischievous glitter to his eyes that hints to his true intention and they narrow their own suspiciously.

"You did that on purpose." They huff in an accusatory tone that only serves to further widen his smile. Barely restrained laughter written all across his face.

They give him a light shove for that, turning on their heel as he finally does break out into laughter and stalking towards their home.

#galaxyhunt #( I wrote this on my phone inbetween playing destiny ) #( Im weak for ppl gently removing bh's mask ) #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

softer prompts || @galaxyhunt said:  ✦ for our muses to hold hands from galaxyhunt for bh

His hand in theirs is gentle despite the rough callouses and scars that litter it. It’s much like their own hands, littered by scars and roughened by years of wear and hard work, and they find themselves gently stroking one little white scar in particular with their thumb. It’s small, probably caused by the quick slice of a knife, and though their curious nature urges them to ask about it they choose to remain silent. They don’t want to disrupt the quiet bubble that has surrounded them both.

Instead, they lean in closer, pressing lightly against his side and allowing their head to rest against his shoulder. It’s a quiet moment but one that brings them a profound sense of peace, something they have been struggling to find for years. To put it simply, Boone feels like home, and they are more than content to spend the rest of the night here hand-in-hand.

#galaxyhunt #( theeeeeeeeeey ) #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

@galaxyhunt cont’d X

It’s not often that their village got visitors even after they started letting people visit again and the people that do show up are often an odd bunch. After all, for what reason would most come to such a remote part of Talos for? Though aruably all of Talos is remote and unknown, there were very few places that wasn’t untamed wildnerness. Still despite all that they still got people that came to trade, to hunt, though not all came with the intention to gain permission.

So this man’s arrival isn’t wholly unexpected and Bloodhound marches over to meet him as he disembarks from his space vechile. He is a hunter they could tell, and as they appraise him from head to toe he does the same right back at them. Flashing them with an easy smile and bright brown eyes that stare back at them from under his strange looking hat. That coupled with his flirtatious words -it’s almost even to make them grow pink in the cheeks.

“Most of it, já, has been crafted by my own hand.” They resist the urge to smooth their hand down their armor, determined to keep up the strong image of the leader of their people that they are supposed to be. “But do not think you can distract me with pleasantries. Who are you, ókunnugur? For what reason do you come here?”

#galaxyhunt #hope u don't mind I reply to this so late #ókunnugur / stranger #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

@galaxyhunt cont’d X

Although the rough pads of his fingers against their skin are warm Bloodhound can’t help but to shiver as they trace along the scars left in their skin. Mentally they are far away, in another time, reliving the events that would change them permantely forever more. There is a nervous energy buzzing underneath their surface too, anxious and wondering ‘what does he think, what will he say?’. Ever since that fateful day Hound bareing their skin, even amongst their people, had been a rare thing but Boone... they feel safe with him. Safe enough to let him see, to let him touch what no one else has.

His voice brings them back down to ‘earth’ so to speak, their eyes slowly opening to stare back at him. It helps calm the storm in their heart, staring into the warm brown of his eyes, but still they reach for him. One of their hands coming to rest upon his knee- simply craving some phyiscal contact with him.

“The tale of these scars are not a happy one,  elskan mín,” they whisper quietly, almost breathlessly, to him. “Are you sure it is one that you want to listen to?”

#galaxyhunt #( listen I couldn't resist replying to this one I had to do it ) #( gosh they are so...... ) #elskan mín / my darling #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

@galaxyhunt cont’d X

When they had first found him they been almost convinced he was already dead. They had picked him up anyway though, carried him home, treated and warmed him up the best they could. The evidence of tears still remain upon their face, dry salty tracks from the trip home. Their front is still stained with blood, his blood, but it didn't even occur to them to change their clothes - he is all that matters.

He is stable thankfully, for the moment, but they knew he needs more care, more treatment, supplies they don't have to give. But there is hope, in their eyes, the abandoned facilities nearby had a medical wing and within it, advanced medicine that could pretty much guarantee his survival. If he doesn't die before their return. 

It would be a dangerous journey, however, but one they are willing to make no matter what it takes.

Before they can move though, he reaches for their hand, holding as tightly as he can in his weakened state. It makes their throat squeeze tight, he knew them far too well. Knew exactly how they might react, how they might feel if he indeed did pass on on their watch. They couldn't help it though, they couldn't bear to watch another person they love slip away.

"Samuel,' Hound whispers, unable to meet his eyes directly but still they squeeze his hand gently, leaning over to kiss his forehead with fresh tears in their eyes. "You are going to be okay." They say, full of conviction. you have to be "I promise."

#galaxyhunt #( if u don't got anything to reply to this with that's oki ) #( I mostly just wanted to write hound's reaction ) #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #cw boonehound

[honorrwolf]

softer prompts || @galaxyhunt said:  “  every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you.  ” galaxyhunt for bh

The smile that bursts forth is one of sunshine, full of warmth and bright enough to lit up the room. Boone certainly knew how to be a charmer and though Hound sometimes thought they were growing used to his flirtations and compliments, he never failed to discover a new way to make their skin flush red.

It always makes their heart beat fast, for them to hear about the depth of Boone's feelings for them. They allow their hand that been running through his messy locks to slide down and cup the side of his face gently. "Perhaps then it was the work of the great norns that guided us together." They hum, smoothing slow circles against his skin. "Whatever led us together, I am thankful to have you at my side."

#galaxyhunt #sorry this is kinda short #calling upon nature's strength / ic. bloodhound #you felt like home and everywhere ive never been all at once // galaxyhunt [bh] #cw boonehound

[galaxyhunt]

“  you are not your father.  ” (bh)

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It’s one of those confusing nightmare-memory mixes that twists reality and chills you to the bone. One minute he’s the one getting hurt and the next he’s the one doing the hurting, destroying those he loves. He jolts awake, and due to Bloodhound having wrapped their arms around him, they wake up too. His voice shakes as the recalls the nightmare. Bloodhound grounds him, taking his hands in theirs. They hold him tenderly, like he’s the most valuable person in the universe. Their soft assurances only make him cry harder. They raise a hand to gently wipe the tears from his face, “you are not your father,” they assure him. They say it a few times, as if they say it enough times he’ll get it through his thick skull. They punctuate their speech with kisses, brushing their lips against his forehead and both cheeks. “You are not your father.” 

He clings to them, hands curling into the soft fabric of their shirt. It takes a few minutes but eventually he manages to echo in a voice just above a whisper, “I am not my father.” He shifts to rests his face in the crook of their neck then, eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself feel safe with Bloodhound. “Thank you.”

#tw discussion of child abuse #whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw #v: main #honorrwolf

[galaxyhunt]

⎈ (bh)

letter prompts (still accepting)

a letter written in the case of my muse’s death

"Art for a work of art," he used to tell them, charcoal covered fingers passing on a slightly smudged but nevertheless beautiful drawing. He used to draw so many things - landscapes, animals, buildings, starry skies and people. One of his favorite things or rather, one of his favorite people to draw was Bloodhound.

The letter is tucked into a work of art, a carefully crafted black and white drawing of an unmasked Bloodhound. Folded to form an envelop, it's closed with a bear shaped wax seal. The design is a familiar one, the press used to make the seal a gift given to him by Bloodhound long ago. The letter is kept in a journal meant just for Bloodhound. "This is yours," he assured him, "I made it just for you. Open it when you need some comfort." The letter is tucked into the back, meant to be hard to find -- meant to be the last thing Bloodhound reads.

Blóðhundur,

Either you're a fast reader or you skipped to the back. Whatever the case, how are you darlin'? I hope you're taking care of yourself and that silly bird of yours. Right now I'm writing by firelight, which is easier said than done, but you've been very curious as of late and I want this journal to be a surprise. I want this letter to be a surprise. You like surprises, right?

A letter feels inadequate but I don't know what else to leave you... You are so smart and talented. You don't need tools or other gifts from me. You just need a little company. And some laughter. I like to think this letter can provide both. Especially if I take a moment to inform you that the day I'm writing this letter is the same day I got slapped by a fish. Note to self: Don't hold fish near your face because they're more than willing to fight. I don't know what's more embarrassing, the fact I got slapped by a fish or the fact the fish won the fight.

There's no delicate way to put this, but if you're reading this, I'm gone. Like gone-gone. Either I did somethin stupid or my past came to haunt me. No matter the case, I don't want you mourning me forever. I want you to be happy. I want you to live and move on. I'm not telling you to forget me. What I'm telling you is to not agonize over me. Just like there's no use crying over spilled milk there's no use fussing over a dead guy.

elska,

SB

#the random number generator really said: good morning nika pls write angst this morning alsjflksf #whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw #tw death #tw angst #tw long post #elska = love

[galaxyhunt]

[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked (bh)

word prompts (still accepting)

He's used to living alone. Hence, he's not really in the habit of knocking on doors. Bloodhound must've forgot to lock the bathroom door because it easily opens. Pulling it open, to the surprise of them both, Boone finds himself face to face with a naked and recently showered Bloodhound. Face flushing scarlet, he politely stairs at his own socked feet as he shuts the door with a hurried "Sorry!"

#tw nudity #whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw #v: main

[galaxyhunt]

“   you  should’ve  never  lied  .   ” (bh, aha?)

"I didn't lie to you," he counters, running a weary hand over his face. Nothing about this has been easy, especially when there's so little proof of what actually happened. All he has is his word and a few faded scars. "What actually happened was...."

Never should've drank that tea so late, he thinks to himself as he rises from his cot slowly, careful not to wake Bloodhound. Throwing on his boots, jacket and battered cowboy hat, he steps out of the tent. He walks a few paces a way, using trees to hide his form as he relieves his bladder.

He's just finishing up, cleaning his hands with some hand sanitizer when he hears a twig snap. At first he wonders if it's Bloodhound but then he realizes two things, 1) Bloodhound is always quiet and 2) the sound came from ahead of him. One hand cautiously lingering over the pistol on his hip, he investigates the source of the sound.

What or rather who he finds is extremely disappointing. "Jacob Wright... More like Jacob Wrong. What are you doing here, jackass?" He greets his former business partner.

"For the same reason you're probably here. Or maybe not..." Jacob replies, flashing him a devilish grin. "Too much of a coward to kill it, are you Boone? It's asleep. How hard could it be?"

"It's not just sleepin' it's hibernatin' you idiot," he huffs, "and second of all, killin' somethin' that's hibernatin' isn't huntin'. That's murder. Are you a murderer now, Jacob?" He gets in Jacob's face and gives the offending man a shove. Soon enough the two of them are shoving and shouting. Their brawl is interrupted by a low, intimidating growl.

What happens next is a blur at best. There's a flurry of color and motion as Jacob's trying to kill both him and the beast and the beast is trying to kill the two humans. The snow under their feet turns red as the three of them struggle to survive. Amongst the chaos he's able to discern enough to tell that Jacob shoots the poor, groggy and grumpy beast between the eyes before turning to face him. "You better run, Boone." Jacob threatens, doing his best to rapidly limp after Boone. "Me and the boys are so sick of you getting in our way, hogging the best kills for yourself. I'll kill you! And I'll kill everyone you interact with. And I'll steal all of your shit. Out here it's survival of the fittest and you, my friend, aren't shit." Jacob is charismatic or likeable but he has a lot of money... Enough money to buy loyal thugs. Him and Bloodhound are screwed until he ends this feud between them once in for all.

He runs, leading him away from Bloodhound. "You gotta catch me first to do that, though!" He retorts, firing a few shots with his pistol. His arm is injured in his aim is off but it buys him a little time at least.

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"The Jacob thing lead to me running into a few other ex-buisness partners and other backstabbers that for one reason or another came to hate me," he concludes his story with a heavy sigh, "Took me a while to deal with the problem and reach an understandin'. I've got some scars on my arm and leg from the incident if you want proof..."

#honorrwolf #whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #v: main #boonehound cw

[galaxyhunt]

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ” (bh)

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Their inquiry earns them a thoughtful, debating hum from Boone. He’s got his pistols and knives tucked away, but you don’t need weapons to fight. All you need are your hands and feet. His hands serve as indicators of his experience, scars littered across his pale skin. His hands are rough and calloused as expected of someone who’s spent their whole life working and fighting. “Fighting you could be fun,” he admits, “although somethin’ tells me that would be a bad idea. You seem like the sort of person who could knock someone on their ass in less than 60 seconds.” He takes a moment to take in their heavily armored appearance, gaze wandering but politely so, admiring the detail and work that must’ve gone into making such armor. “I think I’ll save my self the embarrassment and stick to flirtin’. You make that armor yourself?”

#honorrwolf #v: main #whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw #not me thinking about how they might have first met...

[galaxyhunt]

[ carry ] my muse carries your muse to their house (bh)

word prompts (still accepting)

It’s a rare honor, really, for him to encounter a sleepy Bloodhound. It’s an even rarer honor for him to carry said sleepy Bloodhound. Walking slowly, trying to keep his gait smooth, he carries them home. Nudging the door open with his foot, he gently places them in his bed, covering them in the blanket and tucking it in around them. Brushing a gentle goodnight kiss against their forehead, he’s sure that he managed to do all of this without waking them up when he feels a tug on his shirt sleeve. Bloodhound doesn’t speak and they don’t need to. Crawling in beside them, he embraces them, kissing them once more before whispering. “I’m here. Sleep.”

#honorrwolf #v: main #whatever ours souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw

[galaxyhunt]

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger ++ (bh)

word prompts

Bloodhound has the best and also the worst timing, paying him a visit the same time his father does. He's not sure how his father found him but it doesn't matter because he's determined to make him leave. Their arguments start as they always do, snarky remarks exchanged back and forth. Then it escalates - his father's always been good at that. Yelling turns into shoving and soon he collides with a solid surface, a surface too sturdy to be that of his father. He connects with the back of Bloodhound's armor, the tracker purposefully inserting themselves between him and his father. "Leave. Now," he growls, although he's lost his intimidation factor since he's hiding behind Bloodhound.

"Move or you will be moved," Bloodhound adds, and realizing it's two against one, his father leaves. Bloodhound doesn't know who that was... He doesn't talk about his parents and he doesn't exactly parade around the one picture he has of them. He'll explain... In time. For now, he wraps his arms around Bloodhound and presses his face into their shoulder, mumbling a soft "thank you" into their armor.

#insert devil emoji #whatever our souls are made of theirs and mine are the same // honorrwolf [bh] #boonehound cw #tw reference to previous child abuse #tw abusive parent present #ask to tag