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      “Wh--huh--I’m okay, I’m fine, I’m not sleeping!”

      He was sleeping, and making embarrassing noises as he did so. Not snoring. He didn’t snore. It absolutely was not snoring. (Really.) Normally, it was whatever, but when his bleary eyes finally focused on the person standing next to his desk and looking down at him, the mild embarrassment intensified, and he could feel the tips of his ears warming. “R-Robin! Hey! What are you doing here? It’s like...” He glanced at the clock on his laptop. Okay, so 9am might not be that bad, but... what was time, anyway? He had been awake for so long it all kind of blurred together. “It’s like, way-too-early o’clock.”

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      This wasn’t working. Or it was, but he didn’t know how or why and he really didn’t want to mess it up by running into it blind. Which was why Jeremy found himself seeking Trey out; it had been his first thought, really. Sure, he could have asked Doc or Waverly; but the cowboy wasn’t exactly known for stable, healthy relationships, and while Waverly probably had some tips, it felt odd asking her for relationship advice - sure, they were both in the same broad community of ‘gay’, but like... different kinds.

      He wasn’t exactly rationalising it all very well, obviously. The bottom line at any rate was that he felt if anybody could tell him what he should be doing, it would be Trey. 

      “Hey, man - sorry to bother you but can we talk when you have a chance? I just wanna get some advice. I’ll buy you coffee if that sweetens the deal any.” A sheepish grin. 

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@summerxmelodies​ said, ‘ My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive. They’re part of my history that’ll always be there. ’

      “An unfortunate truth, but an inspiring one.” He offered a nod in response, one finger tapping absentmindedly at the rim of a long-empty shot glass sitting on the table in front of him as he looked at her, a brief smile crossing his features. “They do have all sorts of stories to tell. Adds a bit of intrigue and mystery to one’s reputation.”

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❛ if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? ❜ - @patentyd​ (Clara Wilson)

        the question gave him pause for a few moments, as bobo peered at her with a questioning gaze, uncertain whether the question had been given wings by the brandy they had consumed or the simplicity of the warm summer night and the feeling that it could intoxicate you all on its own. eventually, the hint of a smile tugged at his lips, and he looked away toward the skyline, across the trailer park and the fields and the forest.

      “i suppose away from here would be far too easy an answer.” worn hands lifted a tumbler to his lips as he sipped at his drink. “away from here, first and foremost. then... well. so many choices. somewhere as far from purgatory as possible. across entire oceans. perhaps france.”

      he glanced back, gesturing at her with a hand still with fingers curled around his glass. “i hear france is a very classy place. you know, befitting of a lady of your stature.” where once a tiny smile had been, a toothy grin spread as he arched an eyebrow, flashing her a brazen look. “and what about you, clara wilson? hmm? where would you go?”

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❛ I care. ❜ - @revnnt​ (Clara Wilson)

      SHADOWED gaze slowly l i f t e d to look at clara, and bobo cut himself off short, rant about the NIGHTMARES of HELL and the lack of anyone who truly understood what that place was like left forgotten. he didn’t reply for a long time; simply stared at clara as though he could piece together whether or not she actually meant what she said. 

      he could remember her. a little. everything had been FOGGY when he came back; from the pain or the time passed or some other burden, he did not know. memories came back gradually, and how accurate they were could be anyone’s guess. clara - they had worked together. she had been one of the f e w revenants to OUTLIVE four heirs... he wondered if she had outlived wynonna too. he hadn’t. not in the end. of course, in the END, he could remember not caring anymore what happened to him one way or the other. 

      caring.

      “do you?” hand r a n through bone white hair, gaze still fixed on her, doubt weighing HEAVY in his words. 

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❛ i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me. ❜ - @revnnt​ (Clara Wilson)

      another day, another several revenants downed by the FURY of the peacemaker, with its burning bullets and ironic name. bobo hadn’t seen it happen, which was just as well; as few attachments as he held to any of the other revenants, it still STUNG to know they were gone, and it still brought frustration b u b b l i n g up to the surface. the earp heir continued to be a thorn in his side and the stone witch continued to play games - to the point where he wondered if she even planned to DELIVER on her part of the bargain, no matter how hard he worked to meet her requirements.

      he hadn’t said ANYTHING to clara; only looked at her. she had been brought into the police station earlier that week, and he did wonder what had been said; and of course she knew that’s what r a n through his head.

      “that’s the thing, clara.” he nodded in the direction of town, the gesture combined with one finger pointing in the same direction. “none of us asked for this. not a single person nor revenant in this godforsaken ghost triangle asked for this.” 

      a b e a t of silence fell, HEAVY in the late afternoon light. bobo spoke again. “i’m not blaming you. just saying to... be careful. there’s other people to worry about now besides the damn earp heir.”

      they were not her friends. but she already knew that. 

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❛ just let me go in peace for once in my damn life. ❜ - @poetrot​, previously @gnslingr (Doc Holliday)

      it would be a lie if waverly were to say that doc’s words didn’t s t i n g. she knew many things about john henry holliday, and the knowledge that he was a flighty creature at his core, always itching for FREEDOM, had always weighed heavily in its hidden corner in her heart. even so, she had hoped that maybe, just maybe, things would be different this time. how foolish of her.

      to his credit, he hadn’t p u s h e d her away, despite the fact she had reached for his hand (missed, and now loosely grasped his forearm, but still). but the way he stood stock still, refusing to make eye contact, and the INTENSITY behind his words were enough to cause waverly to step back, finally letting go of him. breaking contact with him HURT, the fear that this would be the last time she would ever see him lingering.

      “fine.” tears were STINGING at the corners of her eyes and she w i p e d them away in frustration, an exasperated sound between a huff and a groan escaping her despite her best intentions. “you--you know what? fine! go! run away. SO sorry for screwing up your... your inner zen or whatever by trying to force you to stay.”

      unable to b i t e back her tears anymore, waverly turned and walked away as quickly as she could, ending up two rooms away in the sheriff’s office and collapsing on the old sofa there, drawing her knees up to her chest and burying her face in her arms.

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❛ now i’ve become a monster. ❜ - @moonbeammuses​ (Willa Earp)

      bobo could remember being overjoyed when he saw her. despite the greatest of odds, here willa was, and here he was. not unscathed - not in the slightest - but together. things weren’t quite the same though; especially not for willa. turned revenant, he could only imagine how difficult it was to come to terms with the new identity. (he could only vaguely recall his own struggles with it, all that time ago. it had not been pleasant. but then, was it ever?)

      he reached out for her hand, stopping a hairs-breadth before touching her, wanting to allow her to close the distance herself if she so wished. “have you?” eyebrows rose slightly as he locked eyes with her, corner of his mouth twitching upward in a sympathetic smile. “now is that what you really thought of me all this time?” 

      an attempt at a teasing joke was made - he had little practise in comforting others, but if there had ever been someone whose heart he wanted to soothe, it was willa’s. it had always been willa. he glanced down for a moment at their hands, gaze turning upward again a few moments later. “you have the power to take charge of your life, and of who you are. if you don’t want to be a ‘monster’, then you aren’t.”

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      it wasn’t much of a secret that the feds were s n o o p i n g around purgatory and the ghost river triangle. that much had been obvious from the MOMENT agent dolls showed up, never really making much of an effort to hide who he worked for. so when several others showed up in town and started working with him, then logic dictated THEY were working for the government too. they sure as hell didn’t live here. there were three that he had managed to catch a glimpse of; a young man who frequented the coffeeshops, a woman who looked like she had spent her life eating lemons, and the younger lady who currently sat at the end of the bar.

      as much as he wanted to AVOID interacting with anyone who might eventually cart him away to a laboratory for experimentation, two things kept him from staying quiet and keeping his DISTANCE: he didn’t want to lose his job, and curiosity had always p l a g u e d him.

      so he finished wiping down the section of counter he was working on and approached. “what can i get started for you?” a pause. “if you’re here to interrogate me or get the scoop or whatever, you’re outta luck.” 

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❛ I can feel all their eyes on me. ❜ - @expriimnt​ (Celaena Graves)

      waverly wanted to reassure celaena that that wasn’t the case... but could not do so in good conscience. people were STARING, and they had been since celaena arrived. even those who she would have expected m o r e from, at times. so she sighed, expression twisted between a sympathetic grimace and an apologetic smile. “yeah...” she glanced over at the other, offering a little shrug. “that’s just... purgatory. it isn’t just you, any time someone new shows up in town, everybody acts like they’ve never seen another living being before. the trouble of living in a small town, i guess.”

      not as though that made it right, or easy. waverly looked down at her hands for a moment, trying to think of something MORE to say and coming up empty. eventually she said, “try not to let it get to you. after a day or two they’ll all be back to never paying attention to anything but happy hour and hockey games.”

      and if they didn’t, then maybe it was time to give some folks a stern talking to.

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❛ who i am isn’t important. ❜ - @divisn​ (Logan Graves)

      amon took pause, head cocking to the side and one eyebrow quirked as he regarded her with some level of amusement. he had some idea of who she was - the SECRECY and reluctance to get too personal was in and of itself a c l u e.

      “i beg to differ, darling. you must be aware that this is a demons-only club... so the very fact you’re here at all is something quite curious, and indicates you may be here searching for something.” he waited for a response and upon not receiving one, he smiled. “very well then. but i DID give you my name... surely there must be SOMETHING i can call you while i lend you a hand with whatever it is you may need?”

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      it wasn’t like clara to miss a set meeting. the two of them had planned to talk about information she had received from her ‘person on the inside’ on friday, and once SUNDAY arrived without any s i g n of clara, bobo had decided to take matters into his own hands. at first, his guess was that she had been found out - that the earp heir or one of the feds had somehow connected her to something and LOCKED her away.

      the police department had been second on his list of places to visit however; first, he decided to check where she lived, in case they had gotten to her there. they hadn’t, but bobo did find her; r a d i a t i n g HEAT from what could only be a terrible fever.

      he wasn’t a doctor. but it wasn’t as though he could take her to the town’s doctor, and the so-called ‘doctors’ in the trailer camp weren’t exactly educated in... well, ANYTHING. it was thus how he rationalised himself p e r i o d i c a l l y coming to check on clara. uanble to be away from the trailer park long without rousing SUSPICION, bobo had fallen into the habit of coming in the dead of night to at least attempt to make sure his (friend) business partner stayed hydrated and fed.

      LATE one night, bobo awakened from having d o z e d off at the kitchen table. something - a sound - must have roused him, and he moved to check in on clara. she was twisting around beneath her blankets, seemingly in the throes of a NIGHTMARE, or perhaps the fever was finally breaking. either way, bleary-eyed and moving almost on auto pilot, bobo reached out and gently pushed down on her shoulders until she stopped moving quite so sporadically. head tilted downward, and he pressed a brief kiss to the other’s forehead. when he spoke, it was a low, drowsy half-mumble. “just a dream.”

      he r o s e to his feet just long enough to retrieve the kitchen chair and move it to the corner of clara’s room, a yard or so away from the bed. still tired himself, he settled into it, leaning back, eyelids HEAVY. 

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❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot, but an idiot. ❜ - @revnnt​ (Clara Wilson)

      nobody called bobo del rey an i d i o t and got off scot free afterward. either he watched them like a hawk, ready to ERADICATE them the moment he was able, or they lost the majority of their teeth right then and there. unless the person saying it was one of perhaps two or three people that had... well. immunity. clara wilson was one such person, for a variety of reasons.

      he p a u s e d, pondering how to respond for a moment. eventually, he quickly closed the distance between the two of them, stopping directly in front of her and leaning in close to meet her gaze with his. his expression remained GRAVE for several seconds... and then a roguish smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the faintest of teasing notes in his voice. 

      “love you too, wilson.”

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❛ i assume you did fuck someone tonight. isn’t that how you get people to like you ? ❜ - @revnnt (Clara Wilson)

      how FIERY !

      if those words had come from anyone else - or perhaps if he had been in a particularly foul mood - that would have been grounds to (at the bare minimum) end up on the floor with half their t e e t h missing. but that was not the case here. not only were his spirits in a more or less RELAXED place, but clara... well, he liked her. she was resourceful, clever, and spirited. (undoubtedly how she had outlived four earp heirs, much like himself.) so she - and at the moment, ONLY she - could get away with such brazen remarks. a fact most revenants knew, with varying degrees of disdain they ALSO knew they could not express outwardly - not if they valued their faces.

      bobo smirked, teeth clicking together briefly before his expression c h a n g e d into an outright GRIN tinged with amusement. “is it? you know, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re only asking ‘cause you’re jealous.” he l o u n g e d back in his chair, stretching out long and cat-like - legs out and arms above his head - shirt shifting up just far enough to expose a scarred midriff before he rose to his feet. the shirt fell back into place. he took a stop closer to her, tapping a finger on his lower lip, expression STILL a slightly open-mouthed grin.

      “is THAT how i’m gonna get you to like me?”

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@revnnt​ sent,  “?” for a random starter including a randomly generated piece of dialogue from this meme. the randomiser (and meg because i couldn’t narrow choices down, hush) declared: 45. “ Wake up! ”

      CHAOS had rained down faster than bobo had expected, and it was not going in his favour, a fact that filled him with uneasy RAGE; in large part because he was, at this juncture, more or less helpless - they didn’t have peacemaker. it had been s t o l e n from under their noses, and willa had run back into town to find it. EVERYTHING hinged on her retrieving the buntline in time. all he could do was wait; it would be foolish to come out of hiding now, especially when still weakened from the f a i l e d attempt to cross the border.

      even so, as time passed, DISQUIETUDE grew, and he finally began to make his way back toward town. he could tell right away that things were not going well - not for the revenants, anyway. 

      and not for one specific revenant. in the (fortunately) quiet morning air, he noticed one particular figure lying in the grass. clara. 

      she wasn’t dead - only peacemaker could manage that and it appeared to still be at large - but SOMETHING had happened, judging by the n a s t y wound on the side of her head. bobo swore under his breath, jaw tense, hating that the sight evoked ANY sense of fear in him but unable to ignore it. he w i n c e d as he dropped to his knees, shaking clara’s shoulder. you’re the only goddamn revenant in this town i was gonna tell about the escape route and i’ll be DAMNED if i’m letting you go out like this. 

       “clara? clara. WAKE UP!”

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❛ [ PROTECT ] - sender wraps receiver in a hug in order to protect them from a potential or present danger . (to be held prompts) ❜ -- @theirstrands (Clara Wilson)

he had barely a chance to register what was happening as clara reached out before many things happened all at once - she seized his arm and pulled hard, yanking him back a few steps; he lost his balance, falling to one knee and taking her with him, and then the world was obscured in darkness as she wrapped hims tightly into her embrace just as an explosion shook the air around them.

debris, though fortunately none of it large enough to be deadly, rained down around them, the thunderous boom setting his ears to ringing. the ringing didn't stop for what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes, hearing slowly coming back as clara released him.

eyes adjusting to the light again, he could see that the building he had been in only an hour prior had all but vanished, becoming nothing more than a smoking heap of rubble in a shallow crater in the ground. chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath and slow his racing mind. very few pieces were fitting into place, but one fact stood out from the rest. for whatever reason, and for whatever good it had done, clara had tried to shield him from an event he hadn't even realised was happening.

he glanced at her, pausing a few moments until he felt his breathing had slowed enough to speak. "... thank you."