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(Starling) “Never thought I’d get clocked for it.”
[Prompt]
“I know, I know, I am so sorry,” Lydia insisted earnestly, digging in her pack for a clean rag to provide Starling for her now-bleeding nose. Lydia’s face was flush with heat and by the time she had located a rag and had reached to press it to Starling’s face, her own face was beet red.
“This is not how I wanted to get your attention, believe me.”
(Matthew) “How much did you keep?”
[Prompt]
“Everything I could carry that looked remotely salvageable,” Leo responded, wiping sweat from his brow. The haphazard pile of electronics and gears and wires had been heavy, even being pulled along in a wagon, but the programmer would be damned before he let all that go to waste.
“Once we get to a more secure location, I can go through it and toss what’s beyond saving.”
(Slim) “It ain’t down there. I can tell you that.”
[Prompt]
A slightly muffled, yet fully frustrated, groan could be heard coming from down in the dank basement, followed closely by three quick sneezes. Suddenly, Leo’s face was visible from the light coming down the stairwell, his nose and mouth covered by a scarf and his eyes watering.
“You could have told me that before I came down here and busted my ass on these old stairs, Slim!”
“You sassin’ me, boy?”
[Prompt]
A playful grin spread across the programmer’s face, but he shook his head in response to her question.
“No, no, of course not.”
we’re friends, right? are we friends?
[Prompt]
Emil almost laughed, but he looked over at Holly just as his amused smile was starting, and noted the sincerity in her face. It caught him so off guard his smile fell almost immediately.
“What? Yeah, of course we’re friends,” he assured her, reaching across the table between them to lay a hand over hers and offer her a gentle squeeze.
(Slim) “ i just want to help. ”
[Prompt]
Lydia paused in her step, almost certain she wasn’t meant to hear that comment. Still, she had, and it had hit her right in the gut. She felt guilty for shutting him down so quickly.
“I...” she started, turning to face the young man, and hesitated for only a moment before swallowing her pride. “I’m not real familiar with the dangers around here. A lot different than where I come from. So... I could use an extra set of eyes. Y’know, to keep me from getting killed.”
“Looks like my dazzling personality got another one.” [Tyler - Leo]
[Prompt]
“Personality, huh? That a nickname for something?” Leo asked, holding back a laugh while taking a sip of his drink.
As of recently, Emil has had to open up his humble abode to house both his younger brother and sister. The two made the long trek from the Mojave after Leo found himself on the wrong side of an Omerta brother. Lydia was none to happy to have to escort her idiot brother across the entire country, but is grateful for the chance to relax and explore the Commonwealth.
(Starling) Hush, now, I owe you one.
[Prompt]
“I would accept food as repayment if you have it to spare,” he said with a smile, still in a good mood despite the grime on his face and clothes. He could always wash up or even replace his clothes if he needed too. Losing someone was not so easy.
“Just glad you’re still with us.”
(Matthew) You are mighty good at listening. Too good.
[Prompt]
“Too good at listening?" Emil echoed with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You must spend your time around walking walls if you think I’m too good of a listener. Although, I do try my best to pay attention. Never know what might be important later on.”
I never learned to ask for help.
[Prompt]
“Doesn’t mean you can’t start now,” he offered with a small, encouraging smile. Without waiting for her argument, Emil moved to scoop up the crate of goods Holly had been previously struggling to move by herself. He nodded for her to start walking so he could follow and then winked.
“Sometimes you’ll find you don’t need to ask for help, just accept it when it comes along.”
We don’t have police. Or really any law. Just custom and popular sentiment.
[Prompt]
“Well, so the popular sentiment seems to be that I’m a filthy main-lander who needs to mind my business... but also that the town is in need of serious help, so, you know, mixed signals.”
Snow Buddies [Emil - Holly]
saltyspitfire:
Holly stared at him as he spoke, eyes wide, as if she could not quite believe what he was saying. I sounded very much like things her Pa had always said. How there’s too much bad in the world, and if we want there to be more good, we have to work to put it out there. You have make it. It was how they had lived on the ranch, as best as they could. Drifters were welcome, so long as they didn’t make trouble. If someone needs something, and you have it to spare, you give it. It had been a good thing. Until Denny and Virgil had come along.
They had taken the goodness, the generosity, and thrown in back in their faces. They took the kindness that had been given to them, and turned it to death. Pa had tried to give them a fresh start, and they thanked him with a bullet to the head. And for what? Caps.
Tears spilled from Holly’s eyes, and she turned her head away from him. It was bad enough that this was how they were meeting – her beaten to a pulp, and sprawled out on the freezing ground like a idiot – he did not need to see her weeping. Slowly, and clumsily, she tried to push herself up, hands sliding in the snow and ice but after a moment she managed to at least sit up.
She sniffed – or tried to anyway, with her nose still swollen it didn’t work that well – and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. When she finally spoke, her voice wavered slightly, as if she was fighting to hold back a sob, “Would….-would you help me up? Please?”
His brows furrowed as she turned her head away from him. Perhaps he had misspoke, or dredged up some less-than-pleasant memories. If her appearance was anything to go off of, she clearly hadn’t led the easiest of lives. Not that many in the Wastes did.
At her question, Emil pushed himself to his feet, rubbing his hands on his pants legs to dry and warm them before he reached down to grab her hand and help hoist her to her feet. Once she was stable, he let go, and while his instincts told him to place a steadying hand on her back, he thought better of it, and instead let his hand hover behind her in case she stumbled.
“Some place you’re heading? I can walk with you, if you won’t mind my company for a few more minutes,” he offered alongside a soft smile, before adding, “Wouldn’t feel right letting you wander off alone after how I found you anyway.”
Over Breakfast [Holly, Emil]
saltyspitfire replied to your post: “You want coffee? 'Cause I was gonna make some.“
“Coffee ain’t gonna help with sleepin’,” Holly remarked, giving a short laugh. Regardless, she pushed the door open, and waved for him to come inside, “I can fix you somethin’ to eat too, if you’re hungry.”
“No, but now that the sun’s up, I need to stay awake,” he countered with a smile and a short laugh. “I don’t think the Grahams would be pleased to find me napping underneath the mutfruit plants when I should be tending them.”
Upon being invited to enter her home, Emil wiped his boots on the mat in front of the doorway before walking inside. He took a brief look around before letting out a content sigh and aiming a sincere smile her way.
“Miss Holly, you are far too kind to me.... and I am far too hungry to turn down that offer,” he said, hanging his bag from the strap on the back of a chair. “But I will help so long as you point me in the right direction and don’t get mad if I like my bacon a little softer than burnt to a crisp.”
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?
Candle Smoke
key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness.
compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.
“You want coffee? 'Cause I was gonna make some.“
[Prompt]
“Coffee would be great, actually,” he replied with a small sigh, rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to clear the tired from them. “I have been running on empty for two days and I can’t sleep, so... yes, coffee would be fantastic.”
(Matthew) “The docks can be dangerous. It’s not the sort of place you want to visit alone at night.”
[Prompt]
“Are you volunteering to go with me, then?” Emil asked with a broad grin. He clapped the man on the back excitedly and half-tugged on his arm towards the docks. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to endure that smell by myself. Not to mention the rats there. Size of a dog, you know.”
