When the courier was on top of him he saw her as much younger than she really was. Despite looking nothing like his sister, he pushed her off him like it had been Rafaela on his lap. He may have said things, impressionable things that closed her right up. He almost left her. Lynn surprised him again though and opened his eyes a little to the kind of person she really was. He had expected her to be childish about it in some form or another, but she had swallowed her pride like a woman. By that time she had gathered a few friends that were as foolish as he to follow her. For a long time, she didn't travel with Raul alone. She kept things professional. She spent equal amounts of time with him and without him. Still uncertain and waiting for her to crack, it wasn't until he started having nightmares that he knew he couldn't leave her. Nightmares of finding her or parts of her, alone and hardly distinguishable.
He still had those dreams sometimes, but he could take comfort in Lynn's strength. She had fighting ability, intelligence, and reputation. While all of those things were a double edged sword, she had a way of being damn resilient, too stubborn to die before he'd even met her. He was looking at the scar on her forehead and the muscles underneath her leather armor. She was trying her best to ignore him, uncertain how to react to his stare.
She had fought for an independent New Vegas under Mr. House's rule. Her and Raul were long since cozy with each other by then, playful even. He had once made a remark questioning exactly how "independent" the Mojave was with King House. She had shrugged and told him someone would end up taking power, if not now then not much later. And it wasn't as if she had the time to do it. He had laughed and then he had grown quiet.
Before the war, she had spent time out of the Mojave on numerous occasions. She left alone and he would stew by himself. The first couple of times he worried over her like a gallina, him being old enough to know what they were. As time went on and she grew stronger and more experienced, he found he would miss her out of loneliness. He also slept better when she wasn't too far away from him. Raul couldn't remember exactly when things started to shift. Couldn't say when he became worried she'd never come back for him or when he'd look around in the night thinking she'd left him.
Though, he could remember when he fell in love with her. Somehow, he thought it was pure. He thought it could remain chaste. It was hard to believe the woman that stood with him inside of Nellis Air Force Base telling him his worth, encouraging him to find his buried power, and pushing him to love himself was the same clueless lucky girl that stumbled upon him at Black Mountain. He had brought her to his shack soon after that, found his old vaquero outfit, and felt more like himself than he had in a long time. The look on her face when she saw him wearing that dusted outfit made him want to kiss her. He almost did. Almost.
Lynn was rolling out a thin sleeping bag across the fire from him. He didn't bother getting his. He slept last night so he'd stay awake tonight. He watched her, his blue eyes reflecting flames, as she sat on the bag. She was drinking her beer, she looked far away.
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Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 2/6
Date: 2013-08-18 02:36 am (UTC)He still had those dreams sometimes, but he could take comfort in Lynn's strength. She had fighting ability, intelligence, and reputation. While all of those things were a double edged sword, she had a way of being damn resilient, too stubborn to die before he'd even met her. He was looking at the scar on her forehead and the muscles underneath her leather armor. She was trying her best to ignore him, uncertain how to react to his stare.
She had fought for an independent New Vegas under Mr. House's rule. Her and Raul were long since cozy with each other by then, playful even. He had once made a remark questioning exactly how "independent" the Mojave was with King House. She had shrugged and told him someone would end up taking power, if not now then not much later. And it wasn't as if she had the time to do it. He had laughed and then he had grown quiet.
Before the war, she had spent time out of the Mojave on numerous occasions. She left alone and he would stew by himself. The first couple of times he worried over her like a gallina, him being old enough to know what they were. As time went on and she grew stronger and more experienced, he found he would miss her out of loneliness. He also slept better when she wasn't too far away from him. Raul couldn't remember exactly when things started to shift. Couldn't say when he became worried she'd never come back for him or when he'd look around in the night thinking she'd left him.
Though, he could remember when he fell in love with her. Somehow, he thought it was pure. He thought it could remain chaste. It was hard to believe the woman that stood with him inside of Nellis Air Force Base telling him his worth, encouraging him to find his buried power, and pushing him to love himself was the same clueless lucky girl that stumbled upon him at Black Mountain. He had brought her to his shack soon after that, found his old vaquero outfit, and felt more like himself than he had in a long time. The look on her face when she saw him wearing that dusted outfit made him want to kiss her. He almost did. Almost.
Lynn was rolling out a thin sleeping bag across the fire from him. He didn't bother getting his. He slept last night so he'd stay awake tonight. He watched her, his blue eyes reflecting flames, as she sat on the bag. She was drinking her beer, she looked far away.