Craig Boone left Novac a week or two later. He shook Isaiah's hand and pecked Six on the cheek, and said he'd be back in a month or two when the water caravans passed back through the Mojave Outpost. A couple of months passed, then more and more; the seasons going from cool to warm and cool again without Boone ever making good on his promise to drop by again.
Six hoped Boone'd settled somewhere and found himself someone who made his eyes light up and made him forget all about Novac and the memories he kept locked up there. A foolish and romantic hope, but it was more of a comfort than the thought that Craig died somewhere lonesome and distant, the victim of an ambush or his own foolishness or worse.
When his rent finally ran out, Isaiah packed up Craig's few belongings and carefully scratched off the name BOONE from the key to room 6A. He filled an old suitcase with Boone's few clothes and books and a few faded pictures of a pretty woman with big dark eyes and a crooked smile, and stored it under their daughter's bed. Just in case, he said, and took Six's hand and kissed her knuckles. Maybe he'd come back for them one day.
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Boone + F!Courier, 'Old Rags' 4/4
Date: 2013-03-03 03:08 am (UTC)Craig Boone left Novac a week or two later. He shook Isaiah's hand and pecked Six on the cheek, and said he'd be back in a month or two when the water caravans passed back through the Mojave Outpost. A couple of months passed, then more and more; the seasons going from cool to warm and cool again without Boone ever making good on his promise to drop by again.
Six hoped Boone'd settled somewhere and found himself someone who made his eyes light up and made him forget all about Novac and the memories he kept locked up there. A foolish and romantic hope, but it was more of a comfort than the thought that Craig died somewhere lonesome and distant, the victim of an ambush or his own foolishness or worse.
When his rent finally ran out, Isaiah packed up Craig's few belongings and carefully scratched off the name BOONE from the key to room 6A. He filled an old suitcase with Boone's few clothes and books and a few faded pictures of a pretty woman with big dark eyes and a crooked smile, and stored it under their daughter's bed. Just in case, he said, and took Six's hand and kissed her knuckles. Maybe he'd come back for them one day.