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Belgravia. London, England, SW1W 

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Can’t wait for fall to come back so I can put this bunting back up~

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Gold Orange & Red Leaf Garland 55628-GOR 1/pk 12 Foot - Etsy

This Party Decor item is sold by PartyOptions. Ships from Hoopeston, IL. Listed on Jul 19, 2023

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Lighted Autumn Pumpkins, Berries, and Maple Leaves Garland

Lighted Autumn Pumpkins, Berries, and Maple Leaves Garland

Decorating the fireplace mantle for the season creates a festive, beautiful centerpiece to your autumn decor that will carry through from the beginning of fall all the way through Thanksgiving dinner when you start with a colorful, lighted garland of Autumn leaves, pumpkins, gourds and berries intricately woven along the mantle among your other decorative displays. Mingle this 70″ garland among…

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[nova-nihil]

Macready woke up to a foot nudging his shoulder. Which was a little weird, considering he was sleeping in a chair, possibly having been passed out from drinking a bit too much. Rubbing the sleep away with the heel of his hand, he finally looks up to find the source of said foot pestering him.

Autumn has a bowl of water in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other, foot raised ridiculously high, nearly teetering over a couple times. Noticing she had woken him, she balanced out once more before padding over to the little island counter-top. 

When he still didn’t budge, she speaks over her shoulder, “We’re cutting your hair. It keeps getting in your face, right?”

Shit.. she was a lot more observant than she let on. It had only become a problem in the past month. Little strands stabbing his eyes that escaped from his cap. And still she had noticed his cursing and took her first day off to actually trim his messy hair.

Judging from the look he was getting, there was no room to argue. Plodding to the seat in front of Autumn, he reluctantly pulled his cap off, releasing the mess of brown locks. Seconds later, deft fingers are weaving through the strands, finding knots and gently easing them away.

Gentle and careful as always. Even after telling her constantly that she doesn’t have to fuss, or that he wasn’t about to fall apart, she’s still so damn soft. Not that he entirely hates it.. The way her thin fingers find every little tension in his skull and smooths it away was nothing short of amazing. 

A sharp snipping noise draws him out of the thoughts, feeling the first little clumps of hair fall away. As always, Autumn’s careful yet quick with the scissors. Then she’s standing in front of him, working on shortening his fringe with care. From this view, he has quite a eyeful of her front.

She’s in the same white tank top as the day before, grease smeared down the front of it from her power armor. The black in her hair had faded away to a warm, deep brown colour, which in turn made her dark blue eyes even more intense. Her focus was entirely on the strands between her index and middle finger, unaware of the ogling going on.

When finished, she takes a wet cloth and swipes away any remaining hairs from his neck and shoulders. For half a second, he can feel her pause at the edge of his shirt’s collar. He doesn’t have to look up to know she’s a bit red faced, something she was cursed with. He must have chuckled, because she’s nearly throwing her hands away, stammering out, “And w-we’re done! There ya go!”

She’s about to step back, but he manages to catch the hand that held onto the cloth. No resistance is offered when he drags her closer, burying his head into her stomach. It’s Autumn’s turn to chuckle softly, running the unoccupied hand through his freshly cut hair. “Rough night..?”

Instead of offering an answer, he merely wraps both arms around her waist, anchoring her on the spot. When he inhales, everything he loves about this woman fills his senses. Grease, sweat, gun-powder, and cigarettes. Like a bad habit he just can’t get rid of. Hell, who was he kidding? He wouldn’t get rid of her, even if he had the option.

“Mmh, this isn’t going to get you away from helping me build those turrets we promised Sturges, Macready,” Okay.. maybe there we some hours in the day he could make due without her constant sugary exterior, “If all things go well, we’re having sex on the counter top.”

Then again.. Beggars can’t be choosers. 

[nova-nihil]

Part 1

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Night had settled over the wasteland by the time Autumn was limping down the main deck of the Prydwen. Her mission had been a tad bit longer than expected, so most of the soldiers on board were already asleep, minus a couple of Knight’s on patrol. 

Hooking her power armor to it’s stand, she finally slips out the back, nearly tumbling over from exhaustion. She wasn’t quite use to spending every waking hour in Power Armor. Closing it back up, she sets to work on doing her daily check-up of the suit. Unbeknownst to her, another person was working on their armor not far off.

“That’s a nice suite.. T-60, right?” 

The voice is more than enough to startle the newly-appointed Knight, dropping her wrench loudly. Grinding her teeth, she peers around the suit to find the source.

It’s that Star Paladin, Libby Woods. She rarely made her presence known, sticking to the lower decks, only really coming up to grab some food before going back down under. Just about everyone was terrified of her after the little shouting match with the Elder. 

She somehow managed to climb onto her power armour’s shoulders, working on the giant metal pauldrons with her legs wrapped around the other arm. The site is almost enough to cause Autumn to grin stupidly, eyebrows raised. “Uhh.. Right. Got it when I was promoted to Knight.. Do you always work on your armour like that?”

Looking down at her position, Libby merely shrugged before going back to working on the shoulders. Obviously she wasn’t one for decent conversations.. But that was just fine by Autumn. Turning back to her own armour, she gets back to double-checking everything.

10 minutes pass by, and the only noise is two wrenches, the occasional curse words spewing, and the blow torch switching on. When Autumn finally finishes, she turns and finds the Paladin examining her own Pip-boy, flipping through what she assumes are notes.

“You’re her,” It’s coming out before she can stop it, “The ‘Lone Wanderer’.. Right? The one that finished Project Purity. Only heard a couple of wild stories about your exploits, they can’t all be true.. Could they?”

“Didn’t figure the Sole Survivor to be a gossip,” The way she emphasis’ the title almost made the Knight shrink away, but she’s got an easy going grin plastered on her face, “But yes.. that was me. 10 years ago, saving the Capital, fighting the good fight.. Load of horse shit if you ask me.”

Raising to her feet, Libby finally approaches the other, and suddenly, Autumn could see why even Maxson was nervous around her. She moved more like a predator than a human. Shoulders forward, eyes narrowed, footsteps heavy and loud against the metal floors. Underneath her black Brotherhood uniform, she’s all muscle, tensed as if ready for a fight any given moment.

Now face to face, she tilts her head ever so slightly, thick brows raised, “What’s the matter? Scared..? Well don’t be,” The hand slapping her shoulder isn’t all too comforting, but Libby walks past her, marveling at the suit of power armour instead, “I’m just like every other soldier. I’ve just.. seen some shit. Destroyed said shit, and now have it’s memories to keep me awake.”

“I know what’s that like.. It takes everything out of you..” Autumn slumps against a the armoring station, eyes turning down to the floor. Of all the things she had seen.. And it was a little under a year. What would 10 years be like? She wasn’t born and raised in this world.. So that’s assuming she survives that long.

“But you’re doing well,” Her eyes snap up to see the Paladin gazing at her, offering a lazy grin, “Better than I did. 19 years old.. that’s when I first stumbled into the Wasteland. I was a scrapper, but not a fighter. Not like I am now. No kid should see that type of shit.. But you have. Even if it wasn’t half as bad as the Wastelands.. I imagine you came to the Wastelands, more prepared than I was. Don’t sell yourself short.”

That lopsided grin was contagious. She’s a woman just trying to forget. Maybe keeping everyone at an arms length isn’t how to do it, but she was just as tired as any other veteran. “Thanks for this.. and uh.. if you ever need someone to talk to. I know it’s all cheesy, and you’re 30 years old, and a soldier and... just let me know.. Needing support doesn’t stop when you get older.”

Now it’s Libby’s turn to look surprised. Well.. as surprised as someone so in control as she was. Words either failed her, or she actually had nothing else to say, so Libby merely smiled and slowly wandered back to her own suit of armour, picking the same wrench back up.

Taking it as a positive, Autumn gives one last smile before making her way towards her bunk for the night.  Maybe the terrifying Star Paladin wasn’t so brutal as everyone would assume.