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Inquisitive green eyes studied the older woman, a lapse of silence ensuing between them, before Ellie’s lips parted and she uttered a quiet, “Hey.” There was something so familiar about the blonde that she couldn’t quite place. Had they met before? Ellie’s expression did not give away to the dissonant thoughts going through her head. She made no move to amble by and continue on her way, however; it was almost as if she was waiting for the other to offer some form of clarity and quash this sense of familiarity so Ellie could chalk it up to just being reminded of someone else. Her gaze averted—drifting down to the well-worn leather boots she was wearing—only to lift again moments later to level with the stranger’s unwavering blue hues.

[ireallymisscoffee]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ? - @firstloss

"it's a long, long story. it don't matter now." he didn't want her to know, he didn't want her to follow ellie - he just got her back, they had so, so much to talk about. he wanted to know who she was now. he couldn't believe she survived, he wasn't quite sure what to feel yet.

joel, though, was not the man she remembered - even less so now. the wounds on the side of his head & face were still healing into scars, he was still stumbling around on crutches - he was a mess. this wasn't how she should be seeing him.

"what happened? how'd you survive?" sarah was alive, she was here. he could see it, he ..could feel it. hands trembling, he was trying compose himself.

[wisenedup]

@firstloss​

“Sarah... yer dad- he might not be th’ guy you remember.”

[farmlived]

firstloss said: [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other / from sarah's adult verse of course!

“ shit. shit! “

her hands scramble to cover the wound, hands slipping around the knife embedded in the other woman’s shoulder. it’s hardly a shallow wound with the way it’s wedged in that soft spot just between collarbone and shoulder joint. there’s warm wetness as dina presses down hard, tries to ignore the yelp of pain that follows.

“ why would you do that? you hardly know me! “

jump in front a dagger, dina means. a dagger that was meant for her at the hands of some lone survivor, probably feral-minded from years of fear and loneliness, but dina will never know — he’s lying dead a few feet from them with one of dina’s bullets in his brain.

“ fuck! let me just... just stay still, okay? “

darby vc: hurt/comfort trope is something that can actually be so personal

[littlemorals-a]

*paints your nails* // some pre-pandemic fluff would be ♥

NONVERBAL PROMPTS.

                          is   he   going   to   be   the   victim   of   jibes   &   jeers   at   work   tomorrow  ?   yes  .   does   he   give   a   good   goddamn  ?   no  .   the   boys   at   work   know   well   enough   just   how   much   love   joel   harbors   for   his   daughter  ,   so   any   mud   they   sling’ll   come   flying   back   into   their   face  .   but   he   isn’t   at   work   right   now    ---   most   any   leisure   time   he’s   given  ,   every   SECOND   of   it’s   spent   with   sarah  .   who   is   he   to   deny   her   a   giggle - fest   that   is   painting   his   nails   purple  ?

                        “   i   gotta   say  ,   honey  ,   these   grody   ol’   nails   sure   needed   a   makeover  ;   y’can   hardly   there’s   loads   a’   DIRT   gunked   up   under   there  ,   ”    with   his   free  ,   unpainted   hand  ,   joel   gives   her   a   light   &   jovial   shove  .   she’s   not   afraid   of   dirt   --   not   his   little   hiking   pal   --   but   it’s   fun   to   get   a   reaction   out   of   her  .   “   i   jus’   feel   BAD   knowin’   it’ll   go   to   waste   when   i   get   to   work   t’morrow  .  ”

[luck-over-logic]

"Vulcans *eat* people. Um, sir." Cue a set of wide eyes that say it might not be a lie at all to the twelve-year-old.

Tell my muse lies about people they care for.

“I… you know I don’t really think that’s the case. They’re vegetarians.” 

[obeyeternally]

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tagged by: saw @hurtstoknowthetruth had done it, so I decided to do it as well!!

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[bastardswxrd]

@firstloss​ || boop

         “Looks like a…” Sarah searched for the word. She’d never seen one in person, having lived in a Vault all her life, but she recognized the shape of it. “Stadium…?”

         She lingered, tempted. The chatter of the people inside and the aroma of delicious smelling foods could easily be picked up, even at their distance, and Sarah wondered what it must be like in there, a real, live city.

         “Y’think Dad and Uncle Tommy might be in there?” she asked, wistful.

The ghoul hesitated, sensing her draw towards the place. He couldn’t rightly blame her, either; she was just a kid, and her whole Vault was gone. Of course she’d want to be around other people, other kids.        Rubbing at his cheek, he stared up at the wall he had known so well. Could he take this from her on top of everything she’d already lost? Not a damn chance.       “Anything’s possible, kid,” he said gently. Except for that. He had seen their bodies. “Look... You wanna go in there, take a look around? Got a hazmat suit I picked up in your Vault, I can probably squeeze into it and then we can poke around inside.”