tooth for tooth

And Adam knew his wife again, and she bore a son and called his name Seth, for she said, “God has appointed for me another offspring instead of Abel, for Cain killed him.” A Fallout New Vegas roleplay blog.

[cainandseth]

"Of course! All are welcome. You’d just have to get patted down, maybe, but we invite the Followers and the families on the Strip to our masses, so they’d just think that you’re on of them." Seth seemed genuinely excited to have Billie visit him. "No, you could just sit during that part. A lot of people do."

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

  “Oh, I don’t mind getting patted down.” Billie shrugged, she figured they were making sure things were safe. No one wanted a ruined and burning church. “That’s good. I wouldn’t have minded some time ago, but…” The woman brushed off the words with another smile. “Besides, wouldn’t I need to go through a ceremony thing? The first…the first something. I can’t remember the name now.”

[cainandseth]

"First communion?" Seth thought about that. "Well, I guess if you wanted if to be proper, yeah. But I never got my first communion, or a baptism, or anything." He frowned at this realization. "I guess some of the rules kind of went out the window when the bombs fell. Besides, no one would know. You look old enough." He reached out and patted her hand gently. "But you don't have to worry about eating the host."

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

 ”Do you think I could join?” Billie looked up at the man and bit directly onto the bar . “I wouldn’t be any trouble. I’d just like to listen, hearing people’s voices is enjoyable sometimes. But is it mandatory to drink the wine and eat the cracker?” It was the simplest thing, so innocent. But the woman feared having to eat things in front of a crowd. It twisted her stomach into tight knots. 

[cainandseth]

"Of course! All are welcome. You'd just have to get patted down, maybe, but we invite the Followers and the families on the Strip to our masses, so they'd just think that you're on of them." Seth seemed genuinely excited to have Billie visit him. "No, you could just sit during that part. A lot of people do."

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

    “Yeah…nice.” Dinner was always enjoyable when her two friends got together. They had a way of chasing out her misery and keeping it at bay. If only they had more time to spend with each other and less work. But with Billie drawn to the legion smiths she just dragged herself farther away from them. Maybe it was for the best, they didn’t need to see the mess Seth was trying to keep together. “You go to church on Christmas? What’s the mass like? I’ve never attended any to be honest…”

[cainandseth]

"Yeah, not many people seem to celebrate mass here. But the NCR does. It's nice. They read the stories, we sing the songs. You can just sort of drift away for an hour. We don't have any holy wine or hosts, so we just sort of make do with regular wine and crackers. It's the thought that counts, right?"  He laughed a little at that. "You can have the rest of the chocolate, by the way."

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

  She was somewhat huddled next to him now, her remaining cheek pressed against his arm. “Ah-for christmas? Well-…mmm. ” Billie split another piece of chocolate and let the taste chase out some unwanted thoughts. “I think this year will be the same as the last. Go to the strip, have dinner with my partners and then excuse myself to spend the night somewhere quiet. What about you?”

[cainandseth]

"That sounds nice." He thought to his own holidays. They were, now that he thought about it, somewhat dull. He was almost always at the Strip embassy. People went to mass, they ate dinner, and then they wallowed in misery and aches from machete cuts. "Well, I guess just go to church."

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

 Her hands gently eased the bar away from their grasp. Billie stared at the sweet for a moment and snapped another piece, letting it melt on her tongue like the previous one. “I’m surprised it didn’t already. But the desert’s been colder…well it is winter isn’t it? I can’t keep track of time anymore.” Before she could think twice about it, the girl leaned against his arm. “It’ll be Christmas…right?” 

[cainandseth]

"Christmas is coming up! I sort of forgot about that. The date is...the 14th today, I think?" He shifted a little so that Billie could comfortably lean against him; Seth wondered if the physical contact was helpful for her. "What do you usually do for Christmas?"

[cainandseth]

"Yep! I got a bar with my last pack of rations. I like sweets but only in moderation, so I thought we could share it." Seth hummed as he led her inside, eventually pulling her down to the couch with him. He noticed a smear of blood—he didn’t ask. Taking his bag from his bag, he fished out the chocolate from the pocket that held his food and held up the foil covered bar triumphantly. "Here we go," he said, unwrapping it and breaking a piece off to hand to her.

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

  She sat back onto the couch, curling up as to press her legs close to her body. Billie held them in a loose embrace and watched the man’s hands intently. The small snap the split chocolate made suddenly sparked a flare in her eyes. “I like sweets too! It never failed to make me happy when I was a kid. ” The woman was about to bite onto her piece, but hesitated. It would stain her teeth…Pale digits carefully placed it on her tongue and let it slowly melt. A happy shade of pink crept over her skin. 

[cainandseth]

"I didn't get them too often when I was a kid." Seth snapped a piece off for himself and savored the sweet taste. "Here, have another piece. You can have as much as you'd like. We mind as well eat it now because it'll just melt anyways." Seth grinned and handed her the bar.

[cainandseth]

"Actually," he said very sheepishly, "I was going to ask if I could spend the night on your couch. It would be better than than camping out in the desert." Seth took her hand again and led her back inside. "Come on, I have some chocolate."

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

"You’re always welcome to stay over! You don’t have to sleep on the couch, Kiya’s staying at the Strip so you could use their bed." She was secretly relieved to have her hand back in his grasp. It made her feel less hazy and out of touch. Billie was about to ask if he usually slept with a lot of bedsheets, but hushed up at the mention of chocolate. A bright expression shone through her marred visage. "You have chocolate?!" 

[cainandseth]

"Yep! I got a bar with my last pack of rations. I like sweets but only in moderation, so I thought we could share it." Seth hummed as he led her inside, eventually pulling her down to the couch with him. He noticed a smear of blood--he didn't ask. Taking his bag from his bag, he fished out the chocolate from the pocket that held his food and held up the foil covered bar triumphantly. "Here we go," he said, unwrapping it and breaking a piece off to hand to her.

[cainandseth]

He let his face crack open into another grin, because that was the only way he could cope with feelings of discomfort and sorrow. “Are you hungry, Billie? Is there anything I can do for you?”

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

The marred gal stepped closer, but she didn’t look at him. This time she seemed too ashamed to meet his gaze. “I don’t know…Just, please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t know what we could do, but we don’t really have to stay here.”

[cainandseth]

"Actually," he said very sheepishly, "I was going to ask if I could spend the night on your couch. It would be better than than camping out in the desert." Seth took her hand again and led her back inside. "Come on, I have some chocolate."

[cainandseth]

"I don’t think so. I know people who think that, but I think you’re just maybe…confused? Scared? I don’t know, Billie. I’m not inside your head. How do you feel?" He watched her, eyes full of dogged devotion.

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

She looked down at her boots, as if she’d lost the answer over the floor. “I don’t know…I feel very tired and very…disgusting.” Her digits left his and she pressed both hands close to her waist. Billie wanted to scratch her skin until it scraped off, she was so damn gross. Seth didn’t need to get involved with this. “Forget it. I think I’ll be okay.”

[cainandseth]

He let his face crack open into another grin, because that was the only way he could cope with feelings of discomfort and sorrow. "Are you hungry, Billie? Is there anything I can do for you?"

[cainandseth]

The question caught him off guard. “A coward? No! Why would I think that?” Was it because of the line of shame down her arm? He stopped his petting of the cow and turned to face Billie, concerned.

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

  The woman winced, as if she expected to get hit or scolded. Slowly, her joints loosened and she looked at him again. ” I’ve heard that…well-ending it is the easy way out. That it’s what cowards do. So I wondered…”

[cainandseth]

"I don't think so. I know people who think that, but I think you're just maybe...confused? Scared? I don't know, Billie. I'm not inside your head. How do you feel?" He watched her, eyes full of dogged devotion.

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

 A little gasp slipped from her before she spoke, a laugh creeping behind her words. “O-ohoh oh gosh no. They would definitely not like that. Besides, I fed them a lil while back and they have to stop asking for snacks every five minutes.” Billie fell silent for a moment and just stared at the man quietly. 

"Seth, do you think I’m a coward?"

[cainandseth]

The question caught him off guard. "A coward? No! Why would I think that?" Was it because of the line of shame down her arm? He stopped his petting of the cow and turned to face Billie, concerned.

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

   Almost on cue Bette yanked at the woman’s shirt as he described them as children. The silly head accentuated her offence with a huff and another tug. “Bette!” Billie pulled back the fabric and lightly bopped the snippy one on it’s snout. “I guess that proves them being childish. Though I honestly wouldn’t have them any other way. Though-If only Better would stop trying to strip me!” Her tone was only half scolding and laced with a soft laugh. 

[cainandseth]

Seth laughed at the bovine's antics. "Well, either way, they're very sweet. I wish I had a treat to give them but all I have is rice and beans with Brahmin meat, and I don't think they'd take too kindly to that."

[forsakenlullaby-archive]

i feel like a hole just got blown through my chest and i could really use som nice words right now

[cainandseth]

[cainandseth]

Seth grinned. “Thank you, Billie.” The Brahmin made him a bit melancholy deep inside, but he tried to keep this feeling hidden; Billie needed support right now, not him. “Is she just your pet or do you use her for work?”

[goodytwoshoesbillie-deactivated]

"Ah, I adopted these gals from…some owners that weren’t very nice to them. But sometimes I feel like they adopted me, they’re kinda like my second mom." Bette seemed pleased with that statement, flicking her ears and kissing Billie’s shirt. She bit the fabric and pulled as if beckoning for her to come closer. "They help sometimes, when I have to move heavy stuff around or I have to make several deliveries. I don’t like to use them like that though, they have weak hind legs. It tires them out and I can handle moving around on my own." 

[cainandseth]

"That's very sweet." Seth began to rub lazy circles above Judy's eye socket before trailing up to stroke at the velvet of her ear. "She looks very healthy though. It's been a long time since I've helped treat Brahmin, but I still remember some things. Fox was better with them anyways. He was a bit firmer with them. They're a lot like kids--that's what my dad used to say. Belligerent two year olds."

[cainandseth]

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somebody needs to tape this to karen’s face honestly

I also am a fan of this one

[cainandseth]

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because its a HOLY DAY COYOTE god

[manwithafoxhead]

Fratricide [Part 3]

“So, kid, you got a name?”

The boy turned to face the speaker—it was one of the men whose name kept slipping from his mind. The soldier was leaning forward over his knees nonchalantly, poking at the fire with a short stick, hissing occasionally as he stupidly let his fingers get too close. The tribal cast his eyes to the ground for he was without an identity.

What would happen to his brother? He was supposed to be named that day. Fox, his mother had said. Would he carry that name to the Legion?

“I don’t have a name,” he replied after a few moments pause, eyes never leaving the soil.

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