#vinnysouther

[blackwiidowsniper]

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She moved with purpose, like the howling wind of an encroaching dark storm. An omen of ill tidings. That storm coiled inside of her, twisting as it rocked her from raw fury to bottomless sorrow and regret, leaving her shaken, uncertain enough to reach out.

The sun already hung low in the sky, painting it with magnificent hues of oranges and reds that would soon bleed into the night. Long shadows cast scorch marks along the roads of Boston, but nothing made Victoria slow, not until she reached her destination.

A hand rested on the door, slim fingers slightly trembling, and she willed herself to take in a breath. Then, she knocked.

Taking a step back, Victoria waited for Vincent to open the door, crossing and uncrossing her arms as though she couldn’t find a comfortable way to wear her own skin.

[blackwiidowsniper]

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[blackwiidowsniper]

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“‘Trouble’ is my middle name,” Vince murmured a joke, but the crooked grin on his face didn’t last long–he gave a quick glance over his shoulder, grimaced, then looked back to the woman. “Nothing weird, I swear. Friend of mine over there wants something I’ve got. Figures the best way to get it is to catch me alone, so all I need is a witness who he thinks’ll care if I get jumped.” He also shifted closer to match his rescuer’s body language, praying he looked as convincing as she did. Acting never was his strong suit.

The young man’s voice shifted from a strained whisper to an announcement. Vince shoved his hands into his pockets and stared hard into the woman’s face in an attempt to seem natural. “Yeah, ‘been a while’ is right! What, uh–what’s the family up to these days, huh? How’s that granddad of yours?”

She couldn’t help but grin a bit at his first joke, amusement coloring her features. Well, he had a sense of humor at least, and that was something she could appreciate. Figuring she could ask him about this friend of his after they were in the clear, Victoria tucked her curiosity away and raised her voice as well.

“Pops? Oh he’s doing just as well as you can imagine, still trying to save every stray in the wastes. But oh, gracious, you’ve missed so much.” She lifted a hand, gently resting it on his arm in a casual, friendly gesture. “Why don’t you come get a drink with me so we can catch up? I can only imagine you’ve got some stories to tell me, too.”

Warmth bled in her words, selling her part with ease. Acting had become a skill of hers out of necessity, years of playing pretend giving her an upper-hand in deception.

[she-devil-in-furs]

“It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all...

“Still can’t trust you?”

Carrot Cake put one of her hands against the back of her hips to ease up the soreness that accompanied being 4 months pregnant with this asshole’s kid. She narrowed her eyes, twisting her mouth to the side.

“No shit I can’t trust you, Deadwyler, you ran off one time already. What’s keepin’ you around?” Before Vince could speak, she raised her free hand to stop him. “And don’t say it’s because you love me or because you love Bean.” @vinnysouther

[blackwiidowsniper]

🌟, 👀, and 👪 maybe? ^^

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

“Vince.” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “He might be a bit easy to rile and too fast to escalate fights, but he’s a good person. I don’t completely trust him, I don’t know if you can fully and wholly trust anyone, but I do trust that he won’t screw me over on purpose. And really, what more could you ask for?”

“I do genuinely like him. He’s…charming and endearing in that sort of way that reminds me of a puppy.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Maybe that’s why I worry about him. I know he can take care of himself, but there have been a lot of people who could take care of themselves that still get eaten alive by this place. The wastes has a way of snuffing out the light in people or just…snuffing them out as a whole, and I don’t want to see that happen to him. 

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👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust.

“Half the people in Goodneighbor. The other half I don’t trust or like. Ah but if I were to pick just one person? Magnolia. The singer. I admit I haven’t really spoken with her but she has an elegance about her that I’m sure everyone can appreciate. I’ve heard her speak with others and she seems like a lovely person, if that counts for anything.”

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

“I know she isn’t actually my family by any real ties, but Delilah will always be family in my heart. I met her and her father when she was only six and she was just as much of a rambunctious troublemaker then as she is now. She’s been through so much, more than a child ever should, but she’s still so strong, still willing to approach the world without fear. She has a resilience that will never waver, never shatter, and you can see it in her eyes.

“I don’t think the Commonwealth will be able to handle her when she grows up.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “I can hardly handle her now. Oh, but I do love her. I’d raze it all to the ground for her.”

[blackwiidowsniper]

[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home. (from vinny)

Was someone knocking? Stretching her arm up above her head Victoria stared at the dark ceiling above her for a long moment. She couldn’t remember having fallen asleep. Finding the book she’d fallen asleep reading, she set it aside and pushed herself up.

She grabbed her robe, a short blue thing with pale cream roses and matching lace, and meandered to the door as she tied the robe closed. Mussing up her hair with one hand, she grabbed the pistol sitting by the door with the other.

The latch clicked softly as she flicked the lock and pulled the door open.

She blinked. “Vincent?” Her brows furrowed, “is there any particular reason you’ve decided to grace me with your presence at this witching hour? Or, bewitching perhaps.”

That was funnier in her head.