#courierd

[streetknown-a]

“Lemme guess-- lookin’ for shelter from that incomin’ rad storm? Yeah, don’t give a damn. Got here first, and y’know what? This place ain’t got enough room for one more, especially not with your goddamn size.” Okay, there’s definitely enough room for one more person-- hell, even two or three more-- in this run-down storage house. Weird place to find in the middle of the wasteland. She thinks it was attached to a car back in the day and it fell off. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that no one else was supposed to be here. Vera has been walking for days on end and damnit, her feet are bleeding and she’s exhausted. She just wanted to take a nap while the rad storm blew over. Seems like that’s asking for too much nowadays. // @courierd​

[tread-the-bear]

❝ We’ll just have to wing it, I suppose. ❞

Boone squinted at the notepad in hand with his arms crossed over his broad chest-- he still hadn't unslung his rifle from over his shoulder.

Beneath them was, of course, an absolute fuckload of giant ants. Par for the course in the middle of the damn desert, and what with the roads around the place littered with old mines it was technically safer.

"They don't have wings," Boone grumbled. "You want me to start shooting first, or should we just... hope they don't spot us as we go through? A shot's gonna alert the whole nest."

"...Maybe we could just run real fast."

[o-rusted-heart]

“Rules are made to be broken.”

The look Nick Valentine fixes the Courier over his desk is nearly harsh, but mostly understanding as he parses through the signs of his hand.

A visitor to his Detective's office just south of Freeside that came by often-- or at least more than once. Sometimes for intel. Sometimes for company, maybe.

Nick's polymer lips thinned. "Careful there, buddy. Who makes the rules, who gets to decide which ones to break? Who breaks them?"

The way he fiddled with the pen in his fingers said he was thinking of the greater metaphor at hand here. "Is this about the NCR then? I'll admit I ain't fond of their rules either, but..."

"There's a fine line between government and god, sometimes."

[mkoshi-a]

when she awoke and didn’t see him , she panicked. v had given him the bed while she’d taken the floor ( deciding he had the right to be more comfortable than her because she was somewhat kind ). did he just … up and leave? no. no he wouldn’t do that. they had a mission together and there was no point and leaving — plus he wasn’t an ass. she had an idea of where he could be though. v hoists herself off the ground and walks over to the patio , sliding open the curtains. there he was … illuminated by the moonlight from it being the ungodly hours of the night. from this perspective , she sincerely admired him and his beauty despite never being able to see his face. maybe it was just personality that got to her. she opens the door and slowly treads up next to him , leaning her elbows on the railing. “ you spooked me , thought you had up and left while i was sleeping. but i had a little inkling you’d be out here. didn’t sleep very well? ” v knew all too well about recurring nightmares and wishing things could be different. they still happen to her — and usually , shes left to her own devices to deal with them. she would not leave him like that.

@courierd and i plotted a starter ❤️

[mkoshi-a]

‘ it’s fine. i’ll take the floor. ’

@courierd said ‘ its fine. ill take the floor. ’ — “ dont start with me , i already told you i’d give you the bed. i’m used to sleeping on the floor anyways. ” v motions to the bed and plants herself on the floor ( albeit she does steal one of the blankets ). the floor isn’t actually that bad. as long as she just relaxed and tried to fall asleep rather than contemplate life decisions , she should be fine. or , she’d annoy him with multiple goofy questions just to irritate him. “ as much as i am an asshole , im not rude enough to not give you the bed. anywho— we need to rest. so … ‘night. sweet dreams. ” that felt odd to say. what else was she supposed to say? god she was so awkward at times. v knew she could be comfortable around him and vulnerable but by god that was so difficult for her.

[mkoshi-a]

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞ ( for v 👀 )

* @courierd asked : “ i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable in my own reflection. ” — she knew that feeling all too well. that feeling of self loathing , that that person in the mirror is not you. she still couldn’t look in the mirror without wanting to claw her own eyes out in hatred — or even look at the scar on her forehead of the time she almost died , without wanting to shatter the glass in front of her. v shifts slightly while sitting next to him , head hanging low for a moment as if the floor would give her a response. “ it’ll happen one day , i promise. although it might not be soon , one day you’ll be able to look in the mirror and feel whole again. maybe even realize how much of a bad bitch you are. ” the mercenary smiles and removes her aviators , rubbing her eyes. just how long had they been hanging out with each other? a feeling of sluggishness washed over her and she looked at the clock — fuck it was late. but she wouldn’t force him to leave , not unless he wanted to or was done talking. she enjoyed his company.

[bup1957]

❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 @courierd​ said: ❛  take  a  breath  ,  spit  out  the  blood  in  your  mouth  ,  and  get  back  up  on  your  feet  .  you  still  got  a  couple  motherfuckers  to  prove  wrong  .  ❜   his means  of  comforting ,  albeit  certainly  more  rough  than  any  well-adjusted person's  own  .  but  the  smile  lingering  behind  the  mask  begs  to  be  felt  in  those  words  on  the  page  .

A prolonged groan proceeded Kent’s response. “That’s so much easier said than done...” Nearly everything was easier said than done, but that was besides the point. He crossed his arms, squared his shoulders, and huffed. “But you’re right. You’re right, I know that much... I just...” Another groan. “I just hate that it’s going to be as arduous as you so eloquently put it.”