#distantpagesandpapercuts

[ratherxintense]

plotted starter for @distantpagesandpapercuts.

She might have kept her freedom for a little longer, if not for the fruitful patch of Xander root that thrived so far from home. Vulpes had lingered on the city outskirts for weeks, observing from a careful distance as the doctor's routine faltered and stuttered, her stock of medicines always running low. She had ventured further and further to keep herself supplied, each journey made alone, spurred on by some unknown breed of stubbornness.

Why she chose to care for the filthy wastrels of Freeside was beyond him, but her reasons hardly mattered. She would soon be serving a grander purpose. Her hands would heal the mighty Caesar, and thereby purge all doubt and peril from within the Legion. And it would be Vulpes Inculta who delivered her to him.

He waited behind the charred hull of a truck, just barely within sight of the grove, where tufts of greenery had sprouted from cracks in the ground. It was nearly dusk by the time the doctor approached - only a fool would travel under a high Mojave sun - and just as she stooped to begin digging, he raised his voice so that it carried over the dunes.

"Fuck! Oh God, my fucking leg!"

It was more than just an act; it was a sick recollection of a recent kill - a captured NCR trooper who had run afoul of the Legion's hounds. Grinning, Vulpes waited behind the truck. Once the doctor's footsteps were loud enough, he would lunge for her.

[archerwhiterp]

🕯️<3

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

She has made me such a better man. 100 years of wallowing and she finds me. Rescues me. Helps me, shapes me into the man I never thought I could be. Does she know how capable she is? She could save this whole world with that beautiful smile. I need to be better for her. How could I ever match her perfection?

Ooh but she wouldn't hear it would she? The sonnets I could write. The poems I could pen in her name. Yet they wouldn't mean nearly as much as one flower put in her hand... or a perfectly ripe tomato.

She is why I'm here! I'm sure of it.

[leondxs]

❛ i banish you, i banish you with garlic! ❜ >:(

&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@distantpagesandpapercuts

The creature blinked, wincing slightly as the clove bounced off his skull and fell to the ground uselessly. He quirked a brow. Other than the offensively strong order wafting from it, it had no effect on him. He had heard such rumors in passing; the presence of garlic being used to ward off bloodsuckers such as he.

He wrinkled his nose in mild disgust, before turning his attention back to her.

❝ You mortals will believe anything... ❞

[smokes-and-bullets]

@distantpagesandpapercuts from ask

Yeah? You've been telling me that a lot lately, haven'tcha?"

Kira sort of slurs her words, taking a long drag from her cigarette. Her posture is unstable, sorta wobbly. Was she drunk? Her shoulder leans into the small shelter of the bus stop. Again with meeting him in the middle of the night. Didn't he have anything better to be doin'?

"No need to worry about me, just had a few drinks after work. Nothing to wear that worried expression over. It's the weekend and I don't have anything lined up tomorrow so it's a rare day off. Thought I'd at least try to enjoy myself. But the club was too loud- decided to just go home."

She kinda chuckles to herself, opting to continue to stand nearby rather than sit next to him. Who knows if she'd get back up, and she sure as hell didn't want to impose on him.

"Gonna go home- feed my snakes, maybe have another drink or two, and hit the hay. What about you? Got any big plans this weekend?"

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"You seem more and more exhausted each time I see you, so yeah. I can stop if it bothers you."

It was a bit concerning how tired she was often, then again he wasn't one to talk. His energy drained pretty quickly. The two kept meeting on the same bus, it became a somewhat regular routine to come across Kira and wait with her.

"Maybe its best for you to get home and sleep into the next day, you look like you're about to keel over. Have the day off, use this to rest and recuperate yourself. It looks like you hardly get any sleep."

Shrugging at her question, his plans whenever he had some time off was relatively the same. Make good food for himself, watch a movie, read a book, exercise a bit or simply sleep the entire time until he has to go back to what he had to do. That or get completely wasted and pass out the entire time off.

"Plans, nah. Nothing extraordinary anyway. I'm not exactly a riveting person and usually stick to a routine on my days off."

At least, he does enough in going out and visiting various places his clients wanted to drag him along with. It was work, he was paid for it but got enough social interaction and outside endeavors out of those.

[meadowlarksabove]

@distantpagesandpapercuts

It’s strange, Kira remembers seeing this face, these eyes, but she doesn’t think they’ve ever really spoken before. Eye to eye, he seemed genuine in his words, gaze soft. Her own amber eyes, reflecting in the sun behind him, turn practically gold behind her glasses. Her painted lips part in a small smile, a giggle seeping from between them. “Oh! Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say. I’ve been told they are… unique. You-“ She stops, unsure, watching his unrelenting gaze. She’s starting to flush from the attention. “You can call me Kira.”

Gabban had known her eyes were beautiful for a long while now, but he’d never had the chance to gaze into them so closely. In all this time, she had merely been a figure in the distance, someone he’d spied while hunting for game one day. He’d always kept to his trail thereafter, but chanced a look every three days-, or every other day really…

“It’s nice to meet you.” He finished cleaning his hands and sheathed his dagger. “My name is Gabban.”

It would have been right to shake her hand, but Gabban was sure she wouldn’t like the smell of guts on her own skin. “Unique is an understatement. I’d call them blessed.”

[polybiiex]

@distantpagesandpapercuts 's character kira to get you through Wednesday ;)

[burdened-boy]

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@distantpagesandpapercuts

hey boss, i hope this is sufficient :) i based it off that commission u reblogged recently

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He guessed he stood out even among others like him, not that gave him any real comfort. Many wished to be different to stand out among a crowd. But gods he would do much to die in obscurity.

His good eye glanced at her "ox". He had spoken to the thing back in the grove...whatever it was, it was not an ox that much was clear. Raserei and the ox locked eyes and there was a long silence, as if it was quietness was them speaking.

"How did you make it here? Moonrise was a death sentence? Were you there?"

As much as he wanted to point out that wasn't an ox, her surviving moon rise seemed like a more pressing question. That and in truth, he wasn't sure how the creature would act if he gave it's secret away. From what it showed him he had a strong idea of what it was, and he didn't want to tangle with it, at least not at present.