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Some Migraine-Insomnia-It’s 6am-what-else-am-I-gonna-do Headcanons:
-Lilith mostly raised herself after her father stopped visiting the vault. Before that, Gwyneth was a model mother--attentive, loving, affectionate--and she seemed relatively content with her situation in the vault, and most of the time her relationship with Lilith’s father (she had a pretty solid case of Stockholm Syndrome). After Atticus stopped visiting, and she had time to take stock of the reality of what had been done to her, Gwyneth “snapped” (not for the first time in her life; see the Heretic plotline of Far Harbor), and became a nervous wreck, paranoid that, eventually, he’d come back for one or both of them (the other vault dwellers tried to assure her that he would have only stopped coming if something had happened to him, but she was unconvinced).
Lilith doesn’t remember her father at all; she was a toddler when he stopped visiting them. So she also doesn’t remember her mother ever being anything but a paranoid, “delusional” shadow of a woman. Gwyneth still took care of her, educated her and made sure she had the material things she needed, and she genuinely loved Lilith (she had always desperately wanted children), but it was difficult for her to express it in a way a child could feel. Gwyneth was constantly preoccupied with writing in her journals and holing herself up in her room, weeping.
When Gwyneth disappeared, not long before Lilith’s 11th birthday, other vault dwellers attributed it to her “fragile” mental state and from that point, Lilith essentially raised herself, believing the only person she thought had loved her, her mother, had abandoned her. She speaks bitterly about her mother, but on some level, she misses her, and wishes it had been some kind of mistake, perhaps someday they would find each other again in some sort of happy reunion. While she’s more willing to trust women and has a protective streak for them as an adult, she still never developed the capability to feel/return love, from an emotional perspective. In relationships (she’s far more likely to strike up “romantic” relationships with women than men--she detests most men and there has to be something particularly intriguing about a man for her to become involved in a genuine relationship with him), she doesn’t express her appreciation for the other party through emotion or affection; she sees the sharing of resources and trust as the ultimate solidification of an intimate relationship with someone, and does neither without considerable thought and reasoning on the matter (of course...physical compatibility and shared “tastes” go a long way, as well).
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"You know, Tom," he said, leaning behind the smaller male who was stationed at the bar counter. "You need to be a lot more drunk if you want to forget about your worries and troubles."
a siren song ;
The glass in his hand was near spent, lingering traces of whiskey rolled around the sides of the tumbler. Thomas watched it with a listless look, mismatched eyes glazed and absent. He didn’t notice, nor hear the approach of Atticus, and so when the familiar voice hummed in his ear, he froze. “Atticus.” Thomas murmured softly, tipping his head just enough to peer at the man, gaze narrowed. He looked aggravated, but there was the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There were no words he could offer immediately, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, teeth clamped as he let his sight wander, flickering from the half of Atticus’ face and down the line he could see of the man’s figure. And then, softly,
“I’m workin’ on it, sugar. You gon’ help?”
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we had a lot of stuff we talked about over discord in marcie’s nuka world world au and then later in your demon gospel, which i was super into! honestly, they are such an Aesthetic.... i would def be open to talking about it again if you ever wanted to!