@irrad1ated said: COMBS FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR !! twists pieces between her fingers!! ft. lucy
he liked these kinds of pre-war buildings — stately old mansions with overgrown hedges and big windows. it was pretty rare to find ones not in total disrepair, out in the wastes. it was as good a shelter as any, anyway — the big, unbroken skylight above them framed the sea-green clouds, as the wind rattled the foundations.
radstorms, they called them. scary, dangerous, like just about everything else else up here. but he thinks he's getting more used to it. sort of — not as if he had a choice, or anything. and they were safe enough, here, with the warmth of a fire — half-sturdy walls, and a roof to keep the rain out. for once, he doesn't feel like he needs to be on high alert. no immediate danger; no giant bugs, or pissed-off raiders. nothing trying to kill them, or loot them, or whatever-the-hell else.
leland focuses, again, on the feeling of lucy's fingers carding through his hair, carefully un-mussing it, strand-by-strand as she repeats the motion. he hums contentedly, sleepy eyes crinkling up at lucy. he rumbles a soft laugh, nodding upward slightly to the sky;
❝ … it's kind of pretty, in a way, ❞ a pause, waiting for her to follow his gaze. tilts his head where it rests in her lap. ❝ like... if it wasn't super dangerous, it'd be pretty cool, almost? ❞ he's always had a bad habit of trying to fill the silence.
he glances at lucy again, with a gentler look. ❝ being up here... do you ever miss home? ❞ she had a home to go back to, after all. leland's eyes lower, with a guilty pang of envy in his chest; ❝ — your vault, i mean. do you... think you'll go back, one day? ❞