#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it.

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- there were not a lot of things that could disorient billy rocks. he had an impressive theoretical resume of sorts. he had killed more men than he could count. he had SAVED just as many, but those tales often went untold. but a BABY? well, babies could--- and DID--- disorient him. so much so that when the person carrying the child approached him, the man FROZE. “good morning,” he greeted in a tone that was squeakier than his usual one. “that is a cute child,” billy complimented, operating under the assumption that parents often enjoyed being told that. THEN, the parent offered for him to HOLD the child. “i am not sure,” billy admitted, his fingers shaking in his pockets before he removed them, his hands in sight now. “i do not hold children often.” a better, more accurate sentiment would have been that he held babies and small children NEVER. “all right,” he finally submitted, taking the child from the parent’s arms and cradling them within HIS. “they’re so TINY,” billy said in a tone that was SMITTEN, even if he would deny as much later. “how can anyone be this SMALL?” 

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[moonglowmuses]

MASSAGE: sender offers receiver a massage.

"how could i refuse that offer?" billy asked with an apparent half-smile. "should i UNDRESS, then?" billy asked prior to removing his shirt. this was not routine in the slightest. "you'd better not break my skin," billy teased before he laid back on the bed that they shared, on his stomach this time. "i TRUST you," billy said, jokingly hoping that he would not regret his decision. goody would not hurt him. not on purpose, anyways. billy closed his eyes, ready for the massage to begin. he couldn't remember feeling this relaxed in a long time.

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[moonglowmuses]

aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell? ( BILLY & GOODY )

billy could not help but to smile around his partner. he was about the sweetest thing on earth, and their love was pure and unyielding. "you and me knew hell," billy suggested, reaching for goody's hand so that he could intertwine their fingers. "before you compliment me too much, my goody..." billy placed an affectionate kiss on his partner's cheek. "i have something for you. i think that you will like it. are you ready to know what it is? i have a place to show you, too."

@lcvenderhcze

[moonglowmuses]

"Oh my God, look at that face." ( billy & goody ) 

the pair of them was at vanessa's place for little and lost children. billy did not know what had gotten into him, but he'd suggested to goody, on an occasion or two, that it could be possible for them to become parents one day. billy knew how important that was to goody. in their previous world, they could parent no one. if they did, they would be killed on the spot. HERE, THOUGH? here, they could have real lives and raise a real family. billy melted at the sight of goody ogling over a certain precious LITTLE ONE. "he's beautiful, isn't he?" billy could not believe how surreal this moment was. "i could stare at you holding a baby FOREVER."

@lcvenderhcze

[moonglowmuses]

billy did not want to be anywhere else in the world. they'd both taken their days off from work. instead of doing something fancy or complicated, they were going to spend the day in bed. at least, that was what billy wanted. he figured that goody could not get enough of him either, so this was going to work out. "so... can we just stay in bed all day. is that okay with you?" billy sighed, nuzzling into goody's neck, pulling him closer until goody's head was against billy's chest. god, this was going to be a good, great, awesome day. "i don't want to think about work. i just want to think about US. you and me."

@lcvenderhcze

[moonglowmuses]

"what do you think of it?" billy asked goody, after they'd exited the jewelry store. billy's little smile was fond and hopeful. underneath his calm demeanor was a soft anxiety that goody might not like the ring that he'd selected. the stone was large, a SAPPHIRE. "it goes with your eyes," billy mentioned, revealing what his mentality had been when he selected a stone. "we can always get a NEW ONE, if you would prefer it," billy suggested, hoping that he was simply being over-worried. pleasing goody was his favorite thing to do in the world, that was for sure.

@lcvenderhcze

[moonglowmuses]

during his whole life, billy doubted that he would ever get married. if he'd been coerced into marrying a woman, his life would be difficult and arduous. now that he was in a world in which men could marry other men, though? well, he had a shot at a happy and a more authentic life. he had a surprise for goody that morning, and he wanted to show his partner something. "you are going to be full of questions, my goody," billy anticipated as he held the door open to the JEWELRY SHOP. "i had a ring made for you," billy revealed, his smile soft, as he assessed goody's features for his partner's reaction.

@lcvenderhcze

[moonglowmuses]

"i have an idea for you," billy said, one day, while they were enjoying their days off. "i have been making some connections." billy figured that making connections could only help to keep goodnight safe and happy. what more could he want? "an opportunity came up." billy hoped that goodnight would not mind what he was about to suggest, that was for sure. "there's an opening at the university for someone to teach AMERICAN HISTORY." billy searched goody's features as he delivered the news. "you could fill the role, if you wanted to."

@lcvenderhcze

[drunkcnsunlight]

❝ i want to belong to something. ❞

--- billy did not always know what it was that prompted him to speak or to share more of himself than he usually would. he only knew that, sometimes, his inclination towards transparency was triggered, and he would then reveal some more telling information about himself. now was one of those moments. he did not want to shrink back into himself. not right now, anyways. i want to belong to something. once the words were out, they were out, and there was no taking them back. he could only hope that his company would be receptive to hearing what billy had to say. “it’s so easy not to belong to something,” billy remedied, wanting his admission to be understood. “it’s so easy to be completely ALONE. belonging to something, or someone, else, though? there’s nothing like it.” 

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[drunkcnsunlight]

--- usually, billy wouldn’t let any person put their hands on him. not without putting up one hell of a fight, anyways. but since he’d been caught snooping--- and he also wanted more information, so that he could protect john--- he allowed edgar’s guards to... how could he put it? to loosely guide him into the obvious cult leader’s office. when they were alone, billy prepared himself for edgar’s performance. he was genuinely curious to see if the man was even capable of impressive persuasion at all. he had yet to decide an answer on that. billy refused the drink that was offered to him--- OBVIOUSLY--- and he chose to remain standing close to the door, pressing his back to the wall so that he could face edgar where the man lingered behind his desk. “why did you bring me here?” billy rocks was not one for PLEASANTRIES, that was for sure. and as the conversation headed in the direction of THREATS, billy’s black eyes glinted with such a steely look that one could mistake him for a statue. “if you... are going to threaten who i think you are about to threaten...” there was no fear in the man’s expression, because he knew that he could handle his own. still, he knew that edgar was CONNECTED, and if he knew about billy, then he knew about goody, too. “know this...” words were not his strongest suits, but billy rocks could PAINT A PICTURE when he needed to. “if you go near him, if you even say his name, I’LL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES and feed them to the buzzards.” 

@bcssbitchs​

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- in truth, billy rocks slept better than he used to, and he owed every ounce of the improvement to the fact that he got to share a bed with his husband-to-be, in a home that they could call their own. he’d slept beside goody on the road, and on horseback, in the old wild west, too, of course, but that had been different. they couldn’t hold each other; often couldn’t share a room; couldn’t reveal the true NATURE of their relationship, without violence being almost absolutely INEVITABLE. that much had been torture: especially on the days when he couldn’t comfort goody through his trauma symptoms in the intimate, loving, selfless way that he wanted to; because if other men saw him consoling goodnight in such a manner, THEY WOULD KNOW, and the jig would be up, and they’d be hanging by their ankles from some nameless pub in a hateful state. still, despite his many improvements, he still suffered from nightmares and insomnia, at times. that morning, that was the case, so when billy rose from their bed, he did his best not to wake goody, including as he got ready to go out. morning dew dotted the blades of grass, as he made a target out of a fence post, away from the populated parts of town, so that he could practice his KNIFE-THROWING. it may not have served as a life-saving skill anymore, but it was still a pastime that he loved and an activity that helped him to clear his head. he turned his head when a person came upon him. “couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, nodding in the direction of the fence post, where all of his blades had landed in a NEAT, IMPRESSIVE ROW. not a single shot missed. not that billy rocks had ever missed in general. “throwing knives helps me clear my head.” 

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[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy was not quite as bad as some of his other group of seven, when it came to DRINKING. his goody was notorious for drinking, at times, and few could blame him for adopting some of his poor behaviors whilst under the influence. goodnight coped with demons that most of their people lacked the moral conscience to care about as deeply as billy’s husband-to-be did. and, a lot of the time, drinking had been the only coping mechanism available during long trips on the road. STILL, billy rocks knew how to drink, and he enjoyed doing it recreationally, with more stoppers in place than most of his people knew about. at the moment, billy was at the bar in a tavern, sitting with DAEMON TARGARYEN, who intrigued him greatly, ever since they’d first met. “how about some MOONSHINE?” billy asked with an inclined brow, pushing over a glass of the stuff in his companion’s direction. 

@bcssbitchs​

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- what family the man had was FOUND, and billy rocks had needed to convince himself that he was just fine with that. such convincing was easier than muddling through his long-stretching trauma, and every little event that snowballed and contributed to said trauma. when violence broke out in their quaint korean town, billy could not have been more than ten years old, and his sister had been even younger. they’d been separated, knowing that their mother had disappeared, and never having learned what had become of her, while their father FOUGHT, and likely perished in the process. billy allowed very little to SURPRISE him, but the sight of his long lost SISTER absolutely astounded him and took the air from his lungs. it took him some time to recover enough to be able to squeak out her name. “SUN-YOUNG?” he asked, nearly stumbling on the grave beneath his boots. “it’s me. it’s BYUNG-HO.”

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[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “i want to talk to you about something.” the look of panic that flashed across goodnight’s eyes when he told him that caused billy to roll his eyes. “don’t look at me like i’m about to say that i’ll leave you.” it was almost COMICAL: after all of this time, after all that they had been through, did goodnight robicheaux not know already that billy rocks could not live without him? he liked to think that he’d communicated as much, time and time again. “quite the opposite.” with goody’s eyes glued to him like a dog’s to dinner scraps, billy swallowed hard; in one swift motion, he removed a box with a ring in it from his back pocket. proposals of marriage had CHANGED, quite a lot, since their wild west backdrop and understanding of the world. “apparently, in this new time and place, MEN are allowed to MARRY EACH OTHER. it’s legal.” there was softness in billy’s usually-sharp eyes, before he dipped his gaze, clearing his throat, as he continued with his own proposal: it was MATTER-OF-FACT, but still sweet, like he was. “people still don’t like it much, but we’re still less likely to be killed here, compared to back home, for loving each other OPENLY.” billy reached for goody’s hand, as he gently slid the ring onto his finger, meeting his eyes, as he said: “and i WANT to love you openly. for as long of a time as we’re both given.” billy assessed goody’s wide-eyed expression, knowing that he’d find CARTOONISH TEARS AND ROMANCE plastered across his ever-smitten lover’s face; he loved him for how openly he’d always oogled after him. even in a context as homophobic and hateful as the wild west, goodnight robicheaux had always made his AFFECTIONS for him KNOWN. loud, desperate, hopeful, yearning, passionate. “i don’t want to call you my BOYFRIEND first,” billy admitted, a look of distaste on his face, as the term rolled off his tongue. “it’s STUPID. we’re MEN, and you’re more than my FRIEND. i want you to be my HUSBAND. i want to be your HUSBAND. i want us to be HUSBANDS.” 

@ragdclls​

[drunkcnsunlight]

i made a list of enemies that i narrowed down from 26 to 5. ( daemon & billy )

--- billy quirked a brow when he heard what the stranger had to say. “how did you manage to do that?” as much as billy tried to keep the peace, he could admit to knowing what it felt like to have a large number of enemies. warfare was impossible to avoid where he came from, especially since his band of men had looked to defend an entire town from gold barons and bad, bad, bad men. “i could use some pointers,” billy admitted, his gaze careful, his expression composed, as he waited for his companion’s reply. 

@bcssbitchs​

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy rocks tended to be the epitome of stealth in all of his environments, and that included when he was slipping outside of his own house during the early hours of the morning. his spouse did not tend to sleep undisturbed, but today, it seemed as if goody did not need him leering or lingering, desperate to ensure that his husband-to-be was all right. his boots brushed the dew of the morning grass, as he threw knife after knife at the target that he’d established on a fence post that most people would not mind becoming damaged. after several throws, billy realized that someone had stumbled upon him. “would you like to give it a try?” billy inquired, as he tipped his hat to demonstrate his respectful greeting. “it isn’t easy,” the former cowboy confessed, as he retrieved his weapons. “but hard work rarely is.” 

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