#🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes.

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “i, um... i did something bad.” billy rocks wasn’t usually prone to BLUSHING but his expression did flush red as he looked down at his feet, much like a child who knew that they were guilty of something would do. “it was just... a classic case of me...” billy wasn’t going to sugarcoat it, but he did at least look sheepish as he picked the word that he did. “... SNOOPING.” usually, it was one of his more endearing qualities because even though some terrible things had happened to him during his first life, billy managed to maintain a CURIOUS nature that was hard to match. “i threatened the guy who runs that cult.” which, admittedly, was NOT his most shining moment of sterling judgment. “i could tell that he was going to say your name, so i...” billy bit down on his lower lip and gave goody his best DOE EYES that his fiancé usually struggled to refuse. “i told him that if he even said your name, I’D FEED HIS EYES TO THE BUZZARDS.” billy had intended to paint a stark picture for edgar, because the second that goody could even hypothetically be threatened was the same one that billy would fight alone in a WAR OF HIS MAKING, just to keep him safe. 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #what a goofball #he's trying for the doe eyes anyways though hahahaha #cult tw #violence tw #eye gore tw #gore tw #body horror tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- the deserts of the wild west caused minds to grow weary and bones to grow brittle. although goody rarely said it aloud, billy could tell that his spouse missed louisiana. that was why, one day at dinner, billy had put the plane tickets in goody’s hand, surprising him with a one-week vacation in his lover’s home state. billy wanted to see the place in which goody had lived for most of his life, before the war. before he drifted into the west to escape a haunting past. goody was showing him the sights, and he beamed with such pride that it made billy’s heart melt. he could tell by the way that goody’s blue eyes sparkled that he’d MISSED his home. billy’s eyes widened, his fingers still loosely intertwined with goody’s, when his partner took him to stand at the edge of the bank. “this is... called a BAYOU?” billy repeated, the term unfamiliar to him. “it’s... BEAUTIFUL,” billy said honestly. while the water was a bit too murky, there were other sorts of natural appeal. “did you miss all of this GREEN SPACE, nae salang?” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #i thought this idea was cute hehe <3 #mental health tw #ptsd tw #grief tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “were we this annoying back then, too?” billy had his arm slung lazily around goody, squinting his eyes at the television screen as some weirdly patriotic commercial promoting texan nationalism flashed across the screen. not ten thousand pounds of other earth is worth one pound of texan dirt? billy snorted when he heard the lyrics of the song blaring too loudly in the background. “what are they even trying to sell? it isn’t DIRT. and that... obviously just doesn’t make any economic sense.” it was almost cute that billy was even TRYING to make sense of the nonsensical commercial that played in between the scenes of the show that goody had introduced him to. his partner was enjoying television quite a lot; it helped him to relax, to unwind, to learn, and while billy had trouble SITTING STILL sometimes, he enjoyed this quiet down time with his spouse. “hey?” he said softly, when the commercial ended, and there was relative quiet in the room again. when goody tilted his head to meet his gaze, billy placed a soft peck to his lips, staying close, even when they separated. “i love you,” he said, heartfelt, always getting to the point of what he felt and meant and said. “and all of your SILLY SHOWS.” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #i just saw one of these commercials lmao #i feel like billy and i are on the same page about them #nationalism tw #patriotism tw #kissing tw

[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.” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #LEAVE IT TO BILLY ROCKS TO MENTION MURDER IN HIS MARRIAGE PROPOSAL #lhjchjcbbxhrbdn #mental health tw #ptsd tw #death tw #murder tw #homophobia tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy’s trauma symptoms manifested differently than his goody’s did. a person did not need to have a medical degree in psychiatry to be able to diagnose goodnight robicheaux with PTSD: he awoke in nightmares and cold sweats, and his flashbacks were so severe that they shook and reshaped the entire backdrop of the cajun man’s reality. a less-adept eye could easily miss billy’s own ptsd, but that did not make it any less valid. instead of flashbacks, billy often felt himself compulsively keeping a GUN around, just in case a threat wandered upon them. his intrusive thoughts were severe, too, and told him that no matter what, he must be prepared to defend goodnight robicheaux’s life with HIS OWN, and he always, always, always was. now, the two men were sharing drinks, out at a bar; goody was more inebriated than he was, but billy was growing the pleasant kind of WARM that only alcohol and a handsome date could do to him. “does any part of you regret not ARRESTING ME, that day you saw me kill those white men in the saloon?” billy winked flirtatiously, still growing accustomed to the fact that he could seduce goody so OPENLY in this new universe. “you did say that you were IN AWE of me, after all...” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #mental health tw #ptsd tw #gun mention tw #alcohol tw #drinking tw #death tw #murder tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “hey, goody?” billy began, feeling nervous, even though he knew that his goodnight would never judge him or make assumptions. his husband-to-be had been headed in the direction of their front door, launching off to go get them groceries for the week. billy figured a chat was a good reason to delay that process. “can you come back over here? i have... something i want to RUN BY and ASK you.” when goodnight settled in beside him, billy could almost guess the sort of teasing remark he might make, just to make billy ease up a bit. you already PROPOSED to me cher, he could imagine goodnight saying. what more could you have to ask me about? billy took one of goody’s hands in his and squeezed, always comforted and calmed by his soulmate’s soothing touch. he pondered how to ask the question, and he did so in silence. “this is gonna sound weird, and it’s... a BIG ask,” billy admitted. “i met this kid at the bar the other day. well, he’s not a KID, because he was there, but... he’d might as well be a kid...” it seemed like the younger billy’s development had been interfered with, since he’d died as a child and was resurrected as an adult. “he comes from... a VERY HARD LIFE,” billy continued. “i was wondering if you thought it was a good idea to... take him in, you and me?” billy usually did not get this nervous, or nervous at all. he was likened to a MACHINE on more than one occasion. “i know that is a lot to ask of you, my goody, but... he has NO ONE ELSE, and i thought that...” billy chewed on his lower lip, making himself go on. “maybe you and me could be his FAMILY.” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #EEEP I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS IDEA STARTED #mental health tw #death tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “no,” billy half-whined, tossing onto his other side, so that he was facing away from goodnight. in a totally uncharacteristic manner--- which suggested that he was actually ADAPTING to this safer, newer world--- billy rocks actually whined, as he pulled the blankets back over his face. “it’s way too early to be awake,” said the man who never slept on their long trips through prairies and deserts and fields. who never once complained about the aching in his legs from all of that horseback riding or the concerning alcoholism of their male companions. “five more minutes, professor,” billy purred with a smirk, far too amused about the role that his husband-to-be had assumed, and enjoying the fact that he could use it against him in a teasing nature. when billy finally flipped back over to face the man that he loved, laying there in the bed that they shared, billy placed a gentle kiss upon goodnight’s nose and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the other’s body, pressed so closely to his. “if i am late to class,” billy continued. “will you FAIL me, my love?” both of them knew that goody was not the one to grade his assignments, due to their obvious dual relationship; but he loved him to death and it was fun to play into the antics of it all, especially since he’d been so STOIC and IMMOVABLE in his first round at existence. 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #hehehe goofball!billy is someone i want to manifest at least sometimes #death tw #alcoholism tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- “this is weird.” billy’s fingers twitched in their homelands between goody’s own digits. “this is weird.” the usually stone-cold silent type suddenly could not stop repeating the same phrase, over and over again. “this is weird.” billy could not help but to feel on high-alert, as he entered the venue of their newfound friends, hand-in-hand with his lover. this was their first time out in public, OPENLY TOGETHER, in a time and place that would not execute them for it. as he looked around, billy was surprised to see that there were at least a few other same-sex couples in attendance of the wedding. man-and-man pairs that at least resembled the partnership that he shared with goody. his husband-to-be must have been thinking a similar line of thought, because when he looked at him, goody was wearing that all-knowing, toothy grin that billy loved so much. billy decided that he would trust goody’s judgment; that he would try to loosen up in his rigidity a little. and admittedly, he already had, by coming here, it was true, but also because he was dressed NICELY. in formal attire, more or less, save for the bun that he could never give up. his attractive cascades of black hair were restrained with pins, his infamous knife one also lost in his tresses. only goodnight knew that it was there, of course. “you’d better not fall in love with these guys, when they kiss at the altar,” billy said jokingly, out of nowhere, hoping to see the unrestrained surprise dash across goody’s face. “i have to be the only GAY KOREAN GUY you want to marry in general, and that includes when this celebration is over.” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #what a goofballlll #also how cute are they?! #out in public together #i love themmmm #mental health tw #ptsd tw #death tw #murder tw #homophobia tw #kissing mention tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- being the expert SNEAKER of any pack that he found himself in, it was easy and seamless for billy to have gained an almost firsthand knowledge of this new realm, as if he was native to it. he overheard whispers, logging away whatever information he gained from others’ conversations for future use. one of the most recent piece of news he’d overheard could be good for the man he loved. when he entered the door to their shared home, billy’s ghost of a smile twitched to life on his lips, when he smelled goody’s cooking. goodnight robicheaux had always been a man of many talents; billy was drinking in every opportunity to learn more about his soulmate, now that their bond had grown more DOMESTIC. “hey,” billy greeted simply, still trying to adjust to the fact that when he greeted goody, he was also permitted to KISS him. “what are you making?” billy remained standing, before he remembered that he could settle into a chair among four walls and a stranger would not pop out to shoot either of them. he admired the way that goody cooked with such familiarity, picking each ingredient that he threw into the pain with INTENTION. “i heard something in town today,” billy mentioned conversationally, his black eyes flicking upward to meet goody’s blue ones. “the university is looking for a new professor of american history.” hearing the news naturally made billy think of his partner; goody liked little else MORE, save for, perhaps, classical POETRY. “would you want to throw your name into the hat?” billy hummed, his thoughtfulness sweet, even if his tone translated as matter-of-fact. “you should do something that you LOVE.” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #i thought this was a cute idea? #hehehe #i always hc that goody is a nerd #since he's always quoting whitman #feel free to let me know if you want me to make any changes! #i'm on a plane so i will add a gif later haha :) #food tw #kissing tw #shooting mention tw #gun violence tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy moved like liquid gold beside his partner when he heard a groan of pain escape goody’s lips, when he tried to remove his shirt. some of their wounds still ached, after all. “you don’t have to rush. the water will stay hot. let me help you.” their SHOWER was running, but it wasn’t going anywhere. the water would stay piping-hot, just like goodnight robicheaux seemed to prefer it, for a long stretch of time. once he’d reassured him, billy set to the task of carefully--- and rather ARTFULLY--- removing the fabric from his sore shoulders. goody’s body was a CANVAS OF SCARS, the same as his was. “is it THIS one?” billy asked, receiving his confirmation when goody hissed at even the lightest of his touches. as billy ran his fingers over the wound, it became obvious to his trained eye that it had come from a KNIFE. “serrated?” billy asked, even though he didn’t truly require an answer. “poor thing. no wonder it hurts so much.” billy made quick work of his own clothes; he would have been content saying nothing and just stepping into the shower, but as per usual--- and as billy silently LOVED--- goody was admiring him like he was the replica of a HUMAN PERFECTION. billy knew that he wasn’t, but even quiet men like him, who were loners more often than they were not, longed to be loved so unabashedly. “come on,” billy gestured in the direction of the shower, though a GHOST OF A GRIN curved his lips. anyone but goodnight robicheaux would have MISSED it. “get in, or the water WILL start to run cold, eventually....” 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #injury tw #scars tw #body image tw #nudity tw #violence tw #mental health tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- that voice, billy remembered goody whispering to him, prior to the battle of rose creek. that voice, billy, it followed me in here. tonight was a lot like that night. billy was stirred from sleep when he felt his husband-to-be QUAKING beside him, asleep, with tears running down his cheeks, before he awoke with a gasp. “it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay,” billy assured in the quietest of voices, holding goodnight’s arm, as he turned to face him on the mattress that they shared. they’re here, they’re here, they’re going to kill me, billy. billy’s heart cracked in his throat, but he was firm in his resoluteness, tender in his strength, as he shook his head to deny goodnight’s terror-stricken claim. “no one is here, goody. no one is here with you but ME.” billy kissed the sweaty man’s forehead once, before pressing theirs together, holding him close, to ease him out of his traumatized shaking. “do you really think that i would let a single man cross the door to our bedroom?” billy asked, trying to spark logic in goody’s fearful brain. “before he could ever REACH you, he’d have my KNIVES in every part of him that could STOP HIS HEART.” billy stroked goody’s hair, searching his eyes, looking to see if he saw BELIEF in them: replacing or complementing the terror. “no one is here with you but ME, my goody,” billy repeated, leaving a chaste kiss on the trembling man’s mouth without lingering, pulling away so that they could make eye contact again. “do you BELIEVE me, love? what do you CALL ME again, hmmm?” billy smiled briefly, hoping that his interjection would gently force goody to use his head and to THINK, once more. to pull himself out of the past that continued to haunt him. “MON CHER, that’s what you call me. do you believe YOUR CHER, hmmm?” TON cher, billy’s mind supplied, hoping that goodnight would correct him. 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #i'm sorry i swear i'll stop hehe #mental health tw #ptsd tw #grief tw #death tw #murder tw #kissing tw #violence tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy doubted that he could ever move somewhere with a cold climate. at least the southern united states kept his bones warm. it wasn’t korea, but billy hardly remembered his home country anymore, he’d been here for so long. the time lapse forward also helped him to heal wounds that he hadn’t allowed himself to consider deeply, back then; deep-processing wasn’t in the favor of his survival centuries ago, but here and now, people weren’t as cruel to him. some could even be kind. it was a wonder what LOVE could do to a person: billy hadn’t even opened his eyes, and he was able to sense that the silhouette that came to hover above where he was laying down belonged to GOODY. i thought i might find you here. there was kindness in the cajun drawl that met his ears, then; billy smiled when he heard goody’s voice, but he still kept his eyes closed. if anyone ELSE had wandered upon him, laid out on a lawn chair, wearing a bathing suit, on the beach, he would’ve popped right onto his feet, but this was his goody. he could keep laying like he was a lazy cat stretched out under the sun, his skin exposed to rays that could be harsh but felt good and warmed him to his core. “you should join me,” billy said, finally opening his eyes, having to SQUINT, because it really was that sunny this morning. “but if you do, you’ll need to lose some of your clothes. and that’s not me being CUTE with you, either.” what are you doin’ here, bill? “isn’t it obvious?” billy hummed cutely as his reply, his smirk defying that what he was about to say was said in HUMOR; he knew that it would make goody laugh, at least. “i’m working on my TAN.” billy grinned, rolling his shoulders, before he settled back down, far too comfortably, in his chair. “if you join me now, you may even be able to CATCH UP to me. people may even mistake you as a KOREAN, too.” 

@ragdclls​

#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #i was just craving silly billy stuff #i want him being lazy and cozy in the sun #mental health tw #ptsd tw #grief tw #racism tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy could tell that his spouse’s suffering had spiked recently. he knew when goody’s demons reared their ugly heads and did a particularly distressing bit of damage to the man he loved. after all, billy had years of experience soothing his sweet goodnight, whenever he was in traumatic pain. this week, goody’s quality of life had seemed especially poor. he tossed and turned and every night, for seven days, he had multiple nightmares. goody barely touched his food and he had bags of fatigue under his usually energetic blue hues. billy even heard him crying in the privacy of their bathroom one afternoon, after which, billy had held goody for a long, long time: until his fiancé was so tuckered out that billy carried him, in his arms, to their bed, so that goodnight could get some sleep. this morning, goody had gone to the university to hold his office hours; he looked especially depleted of energy when he’d driven off. billy wanted to surprise his lover with something GOOD, with something FUNNY, and that was exactly what he was about to do, when he heard goody pull their car into the driveway, from upstairs in their bedroom. billy was throwing knives at the target that he’d set up there, hitting the bullseye every single time with immense ease. when goody opened the door and SAW what he was doing, his cowboy lover would be able to see that billy was wearing NOTHING but his boxer briefs and a set of shoes that was brand-new and goody had never seen before. billy allowed amusement to glint in his handsome black eyes, tempted to laugh--- but managing to refrain from doing so--- when he saw goody’s jaw drop. BILLY ROCKS WAS ABSOLUTELY RIPPED, and right now, his extremely muscular abdomen was fully exposed and available to goody’s gaze. “hi, goody,” billy greeted in his usual informal greeting; he carried on as if he wasn’t standing ALMOST IN THE NUDE, as if his husband did not look as if he was close to DROOLING, because of how billy was looking right now. “what? did you NOTICE?” billy asked, doing his best not to laugh, and therefore, to expose his charade. he was TRYING to be silly, because he wanted to make his goody have a real, even ridiculous, reason to LAUGH, on one of his hard days. “I GOT NEW SHOES,” billy said, glancing down at the unscuffed boots that adorned his funnily still-covered feet, even though almost the rest of him was out in the open and wholly exposed. “is that why you are STARING at me, my fiancé? do you LIKE them?” billy asked, still referring to his new shoes. 

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#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #BABE I HAD THIS IDEA AND I HAD TO #I COULDN'T PASS IT UP #isn't billy funny?! #i can just so see him going out of his way to be funny #and to make goody laugh #especially when goody's having a hard ptsd week #ptsd tw #mental health tw #grief tw #nightmares tw #body image tw #nudity mention tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- the pair of husbands-to-be was sitting at their kitchen table. billy gazed affectionately at goodnight, admiring the look of intense focus on his lover’s face, as he corrected his students’ papers. billy could have looked at goody like this for hours, with no other forms of engagement, and he would be happy, at peace with the world. he loved the way that goody furrowed his brows when he was deeply focused; he could see nothing else but that which was within the narrow scope of his tunnel vision. it was a rare occasion when billy was the one to break the silence between them, but this time included such a scenario. “i got a job,” billy said, expecting that goody might be surprised, since billy hadn’t mentioned any details about the position until sharing this good news. “there was an interview last week, too, yes, but... more important was the...TRIAL PROCESS,” billy explained, furrowing his brows, as he tried to decide how he wanted to elaborate properly in english. “they had to try me out and decide if they liked me as much as they liked the rest of the men,” billy said. “turns out.. they’d liked me BEST, so... they HIRED me. called this morning. i accepted.” billy was fully prepared to tell goodnight what the job was; he just didn’t want his soulmate to WORRY, because the nature of the job that he’d accepted was SAFER than the first position that he’d been offered, which he’d rejected, for that very same line of reasoning. he had a husband-to-be for whom, and alongside, he desired to live a VERY LONG LIFE. billy wanted to live long lives together, him and his goodnight, raising children and grandchildren, and dying, one day, peacefully in their sleep, SIDE BY SIDE, AND NEVER APART. 

@ragdclls​

#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #part a million of billy rocks loves his husband more than any other person ever #look at his little smile #he loves watching goodnight so focused while he works #mental health tw #death tw #murder tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- a lot of the time, in terms of their respective coping skills, billy wondered if they both would be better off experiencing a COMPROMISE between their two unintentional approaches. whereas goodnight had a tendency to over-process and ruminate, billy suppressed his true feelings about many things: at the moment, he couldn’t sleep. he was sitting up in their bed, his back pressed against the backboard. he just sat there, THINKING; trying to keep quiet, so that he did not disturb his husband-to-be. at some point, goody rolled over, still half-asleep, but he stretched out his hand, trying to FEEL if billy was still laying down next to him. the hand patted his thigh, and he felt goodnight squeeze him there. billy smiled at that, and touched the wandering hand. “it’s okay, goody,” billy reassured in a soothing tone. “i’m right here. go back to sleep, if you can.” even in a barely conscious state, goodnight robicheaux could tell when something was BOTHERING him. it was annoying, he would say teasingly, but the real way that he felt was that it was ENDEARING. billy watched as goody sat up in bed, too, his back against the board but his head turned towards his lover, the question in his eyes before it left his lips. “i... just put the dots together,” billy explained, his heart hurting, because the reality of THEIR END had come to him in a dream. “when we were reloading our weapons, crouched down in that bell tower, you... started to say that our situation reminded you of what your dad used to say.” billy’s eyes were watering, as they connected with goody’s sweet, worried, empathetic gaze. “that wasn’t TRUE, was it?” billy wished that only he had gone down, that his goodnight could have survived; dying at rose creek was exactly what had made him gallop away, before his return, because he was TERRIFIED of dying. he was equally terrified of shooting a gun and killing more men. if i pull that trigger again, i’m gonna die a ghastly death, billy. “you said it and ended it short because you knew that it would make me LAUGH, and you didn’t want me to be AFRAID, once we stood up and faced what was coming.” billy loved him; oh, he did. so deeply, so dearly; goody always put him first, even when his own needs were being neglected. “is that RIGHT?” 

@ragdclls​

#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #babe this is like the saddest head canon i have about this part #i totally don't think goody meant to end that joke #i think he wanted to hear billy laugh one more time #and to soothe him before they both died #why do i do this to myself?! lol #mental health tw #ptsd tw #grief tw #weapons tw #guns tw #shooting tw #death tw #murder tw

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- billy was grateful that the location of their house helped them to luck out: it was away from the main city, apart from the hustle and bustle, and close enough to the beach that they could walk there when they wanted to. it was close to midnight and they had a fire going; the ocean was lit only by the natural light of the moon. billy and goody were sitting in lawn chairs, their bare toes dipped under the cool sand. billy had managed to concoct the most perfect of LACED CIGARETTES that were just like the ones that he and goody used to share during their wild west adventures. they always had extras on hand: but even with that being true, they preferred to SHARE ONE. it was a wonder that none of their other companions ever questioned that. the opiate helped billy to relax and to be less stoic; for goody, it helped to suppress the nightmares that he was prone to. but the BEST side effect was playing out right now. BILLY ROCKS COULD NOT STOP GIGGLING. and he wasn’t laughing, no; he was straight up giggling, unable to get control over himself, as he split a gut over a joke that goodnight had just said. it was one of billy’s favorite things about his goody: he was the funniest, kindest, most caring person he’d ever known. “goody,” billy said in between giggles, reaching up to wipe away at a loose tear that had fallen as a result of the extent of his amusement. “mercy, please. goody, i can’t TAKE IT. you... you know what this drug DOES to me!” 

@ragdclls​

#🔪🌵 ( BILLY ) knives. there's nothing to it. #🏜🩸 ( BILLY & GOODY ) where i go... billy goes. #I HAD TO #fire tw #smoking tw #drug use tw #mental health tw #ptsd tw