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[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

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💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

   Simon stirred upon feeling movement behind him. Someone obviously deciding to help themselves to his bed. Slowly he twisted his body around to come face to face with a certain Paladin. Rather bold of the other man to come sliding into his bed. “Paladin Danse…” Simon murmured gently, watching him through one tired eye. “… Not on watch tonight?” 

[mcuntainbcrn]

“I have good news.”

“That’s a first - what, pray tell, would that be?”

[shadowofsteel]

@thcsxldicr​// ( sc. )

Danse had been true to his word; he remained out of sight, yet never out of mind. It had taken time to find him--more time and pride than he was willing to admit, for the discovery of a man both presumed dead and unwanting to be found was a task far more difficult than he might have originally believed. With all of his feats and victories over unfavourable odds, relocating the once- faithful Paladin was by far the most taxing.

So it was with a rumble of an announcement--not by traditional means or a formal arrival, but rather the declaration of an old title that had long-since fallen into disuse.

          “Paladin,” it seemed almost foreign, “a word.”

[crimson-warrior]

How do you feel about Danse?

He rubs his chin. “Hmm…it’s hard to get a good read on him. He’s a bit of a tight ass. It would do him good to just unwind for a bit. I was mad at him for taking my weapons without saying why. And I was a bit miffed about pairing up with him.”

He rubs the back of his head. “I took some advice from the freelance assassins and mercenaries I hang out with and… Well long story short, I’ve decided to play nice. No need to be all hostile with the guy I’m working with. I even invited him to some drinks. Hopefully we will find some kind of common ground. Or if we have already…well, at least I’ll get to know the guy better.”

@thcsxldicr

[secretkeeping-twins-archived]

@thcsxldicr

Danse seems…unamused. He gestures with a metal hand back toward the settlement before laying a fist against the hip of his power armor. In the heat, his forehead glistens. “We’ll only garrison here for a few days at most. These civilians can deal with our presence as long as we’re fighting for their future.”

“Ya can’t just do that! This is their property!! How the fuck would ya like it if someone came inta yer home and was like ‘Oh, we’re gonna be here fer a few days. Deal with it.’ And when the Hell did these guys ask ya ta protect them. They didn’t, they asked the Minutemen!” El huffed, puffing his chest out slightly to try and make himself seem a bit bigger.

“El...What are ya d-doin’?” A soft voice called from behind them. “Please stop pickin’ fights with people and things b-bigger than ya.” Ellen came up to them, looking a bit tired. She gave Danse a small smile though, “Sorry sir. He’s uh...well he’s passionate b-bout the Minutemen and their mission.”

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

“Take it off slowly.”

   Simon gave him a curious look. 

   A rather strange request. But it’s not like Simon could ever say no to the other man. “Yes, Sir.” He flashed him a coy smile before moving his hands up. Slender fingers beginning to slowly un-button his rather shabby shirt. Scarred flesh revealed with each unfastened button. Soon the shirt fell to the ground, allowing fingers to rest upon his belt. His gaze never leaving Danse as he raised an eyebrow. As if silently asking if Danse wanted more…  

[mcuntainbcrn]

🗿 + The friendship or somethin future if you want :V

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Neither Danse nor Maggie like sleep and will generally go to great lengths to avoid it due to violent night terrors due to PTSD.Over time, they take turns sleeping so one will be awake to comfort the other before slowly switching to co-sleeping to make things more bearable for both of them.

[shadowofsteel]

@thcsxldicr (c.)

The Paladin’s suggestion was ignored and disregarded entirely, though Maxson took a moment to survey the situation. It was only after a few breaths that he proceeded forward, the soles of his boots thundering against the steely scaffolding as he moved into view.

Without so much as inquiring for permission, Arthur reached around Danse’s form and pried the cigarette from the other’s hands, then proceeded to drop it towards the ground where it was thereafter crushed under his heel.

          “Rest, Saul.”