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the mechanical whirring of machines stirred around the room, [ name ] busying herself with screwing a stray gizmo together once more. finding herself to be an accomplished genius inventor, many would think that [ name ] had already garnered an income, a house, and a state where she could kick back on a couch and rest. 

alas, the night has never been kind to her. 

sounds of everything that was ever organic and breathing, reduced to ashes; sounds of screaming, like a constant waterfall of nightmares and bad memories. she can still remember the sounds of the bloodshed so clearly, and how they’d leave no blood traced back onto the wooden floorboards. they’d torn everything apart and spread ashes throughout the atmosphere yet called it a renovation. where that heart once sung, and dreamt of skies with birds still chirping freely, dulled into a buzz.

her uncles, her mother, and her father. ones who told tales of horseback riding and gangfights, one who’d held her hand through bedtime stories, and the one who’d handmade a guitar for her to play. 

it was the last thing she remembered grasping onto. when all but distilled away, the last string echoed quietly in the loudness. 

“[ nickname ] ’ !” a voice called out, “where should i put these boxes down?” asked around the blue-haired, trying not to drop all three boxes of meteoric alloy down with him. which would have been the worst tragedy there could have been today, excluding the poor excuse of a coffee. “in the closet,” she jerks her head towards the direction of where she kept materials on hand, to craft and malleare into newly made objects of use. a sigh leaves her as she managed to clear her head from the images circling around them. therapy would do her no good, as it always hadn’t. voices attuned to prod away until they deem necessary, and even still not get to the root of her issues. 

the boy moved fro and to the closet, and out. he made sure not to linger far more than necessary, even if the nervous, intuitive bit of his head urged him to stay and ask. a sharp dismissal hastened his exit. 

head falling into hands, strands of hair caught in the grasp of a daughter who’d never got over losing her first doll, a child borne love in a perfect world where gunslingers were sent to love and die. noises flicker in her head, remnants of names half forgotten, chords of a guitar playing in the grassy fields of a land long gone. where its patriotism no longer exists. but through the blur glitches that southern drawl— “what do you call ‘nes who end up bite'n the dust?” “boothill’s, reckon.” “but won’t end up like that ‘nytime soon, not when i’ve got ya’, and yer mum.” 

the dual, monocoloured haired cowboy grinned. no hat of symbolism resting on his head, no burdens of the next ration, and no apprehension of what’d come of the sun that shone so kindly upon them. 

the mechanical buzz continued. not today, but tomorrow or soon, oswaldo will meet his fate. 

WITH AVENTURINE ,

as someone who’s been called ‘peacock’ numerously despite being a stoneheart, he could, to some extent, relate to the sentiment

perhaps someone who works inside of the IPC and he gets to greet them daily, or an astral express member, but someone he passes by on formal events 

initially, he did not expect them to be as competent as they turned out to be

alongside that, he is pleasantly surprised; he may risk his life in everything he does, but fighting constantly isn’t something he’s prone to do so

so more likely useful in scenarios where things might tend to get dirty, and he’d need someone to pull him out of it 

aventurine would appreciate someone who can fight by his side, coming from the occupation he is; wouldn’t hold any different belief or agendas against you due to gender, appearance, or such 

more than anything, often times than not, he’s impressed by certain skills you can do, and probably will make you act out an unnecessary one for his entertainment

constantly teasing, but beneath it is respect; not like he’d voice it out loud without a chaffing lilt 

WITH SUNDAY ,

sunday is mainly nonprejudiced, and being surrounded by women strong in their own ways since birth does play a part in that as well, so he would not be largely surprised to discover you to be highly skilled 

again, he’s more of the sort to simply see as just another part of you, a characteristic and trait

he’s grateful for your presence, especially as he travels around with the express; it’s always beneficial to have another hand

he’d likely be helpful in pulling you out of any unwanted attention — if any, but they’re always in public more or less — as he’d likely done the same for robin before at some period of time

if you manage to garner his trust, he’ll grow to allow you to be by his side more