@syllogae started following o-rusted-heart.
“So where do you keep your costume changes, Deacon? Are there hidden caches around the Commonwealth? If I dig in the right spot am I gonna find a cowboy hat?”
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@syllogae started following o-rusted-heart.
“So where do you keep your costume changes, Deacon? Are there hidden caches around the Commonwealth? If I dig in the right spot am I gonna find a cowboy hat?”
OLD VALYRIAN MELODIES had been stuck in princess’ mind all day long , humming tunes as her and lover wandered off together . Leaving stone walls that trapped the dragon , she walked alongside lover through fields of grass while dancing along to own hums . With a wide smile , she looked over shoulder to call at following guard to keep at an even greater distance . The Targaryen wanted to enjoy her time with Boromir without needing to worry about prying eyes .
❛ THE SONG IS about a distant relative . He was known to be cruel and did terrible things . . . however , the songs that followed his atrocious reign remained , surprisingly , upbeat . . . but we do not speak of him , anymore . ❜ Rhaella practically shuddered upon implications of the third King , however , she continued humming and skipping along until finding a quiet area for the two to finally settle . Spreading out blanket , the princess fell back into its comfort , sighing as she stretched out . ❛ Join me , lover . ❜
@syllogae / happy starter to make my heart happy
@syllogae for Deacon
【 💣 】— The second Cottonbelle heard movement in the church she pointed her pistol in that direction, thinking it to be another feral ghoul that had staggered in from the catacombs. She was surprised to see that it was a person instead, but still didn’t let her guard down– nowadays people were just as dangerous as the many hostile creatures roaming the wastes.
“Where’d you come from?” The synth asked. She hadn’t bothered exploring the back, but she was certain there was only one entrance, and had thought that anyone that far into the church would have been attacked by ferals.