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            “ You need guns? I got ‘em. ”    A small load of ammunition was all that had been ordered, and this Gun Runner had arrived minutes early to deliver it. 

                      “ Boss’ll take payment, but I could use a tip. ”

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Yonderly: What kinds of things do they think about when they zone out?

Honestly? Everything and anything. If he’s zoning out, its because he’s just kind of lost in the cycle of one thought leading to another, until finally he’s thinking about something completely unrelated to what he was originally on about. He’ll be staring off into space and looking like he’s really deep in thought while in reality he’ll just have some stupid song stuck in his head that he can’t remember the lyrics to.

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Send kissed to determine where your muse has kissed mine and how my muse reacts!

1. Crown of head.

        Crying wasn’t a rare thing to see from the blonde, when her stockings ripped or when she closed her own finger in a door. Would settle in an hour once she went to get a drink or found something to eat. But once and awhile it wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t settle until she cried herself sick. Sitting on the bathroom floor, scrunching her hands through disheveled blonde hair.

        “Stupid.” She says, little quieter than usual. She rarely put herself out there, never stepped past that prostitute title. Even if she wanted to. Each time she was put back in her place, little harder each time. She didn’t really love him, some nameless frequent visitor that paid more than usual and called her pretty names. “I shouldn’v said nothin...I just didn’t think he’d laugh at me.” 

         She sniffs at the contact, smoothing her own hair back where her lips just connected. Wiping off her cheeks, finally a break in the weeping. “Can you take me on the strip? I want to walk around.” 

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Future

Send “Future” for a drabble in which our muses have a family

Seeing Antos interact with Rhoda’s sons never ceased to seem surreal. Ada could see the same lines in his posture as he’d interacted with Victoria when she was young, the same little smile hovering in the edges of his eyes when they misbehaved.

And something in her ached when Rhoda and Antos fell into a co-parenting routine, bouncing off one another with near perfect volleys as the boys watched and learned. It wasn’t jealousy, not quite, or at least, it wasn’t Ada being jealous of Rhoda. It was like seeing a glimpse of what life Ada could’ve had as a young woman, if she’d been … better. If she’d been slightly older, if she’d wanted a child instead of needed one, if Antos hadn’t been a professional manipulator and murderer.

But there was a balance. Vira (who was Victoria, and that never ceased to frighten Ada a little) had given up on being jealous of her not-siblings getting Antos’s attention - or she’d simply stopped showing it, which was all anyone had asked. She kept her distance, though, staying as far away as possible and acting out when she was home.

Nox was the saving grace, the one who kept Vira calm. Nox loved the boys, and was busily raising them to be true wastelanders while their mother was busy securing the future of said wasteland with Ada. And sometimes there was a look in Nox’s eyes when he looked at Ada or Rhoda. Ada had asked him, once, what it meant. He’d just shrugged and said, quietly, “Sometimes I wonder what my life would’ve been like if you had been my mother. Or Rhoda. Or … anyone besides my mater. If I’d had a family.”

Ada still didn’t hug people, but she’d put a hand on his wrist, which was a step, and almost smiled. “This is a family. Just a few decades late.”