#la mancha

Night life in Planacardia ft. Ashveil, Sampo, Boothill

Location : "World's End" Tavern

Headcanon . At some point they might already did this tgt

Ashveil, who’s quite old fashioned in his words of endearment—whether it be through the sweet nothings between you two or through the mundane act of comforting a lost child

Ashveil, who whenever you’d have food on your face, either due to eating in a rush or even as a result of baking, unconsciously devours it away—it’s a reflex at this point, forgive him would you?

Ashveil, who whenever the shadows in his arm flare up, finally finally leans on you for comfort after, letting you and Mr. N gently tend to the wounds

Ashveil, who relaxes during your routinely evening chats, often sharing some of his past with a melancholic but endearing look to his eyes, as you listen to him, and he to you, sharing an intimacy like a married couple of years

Ashveil, who relishes in the rare and few nights where he is able to sleep by your side instead of the cryosleep, grateful your ice ability too can reduce the phantom pain just a little

Ashveil, who at times, when he finds himself alone, is washed over by a sense of guilt due to the fear of burdening you with himself

Ashveil, who longs for nothing more than a peaceful retirement, letting himself naturally age and grow old together with you by his side, enjoying the calm of each day