Title: You and I Are In 'Unity' Pairing: Charon/F!LW Kink: Ghoul, Love, Sex Rated: M
Chapter One: Going Under: A Whole New World
Honey brown eyes set its blurred vision on the lowered horizon. Skin pores dripped with sweat down onto fluttered eyelashes, only to be swept away by a dirt crusted hand. An unsteady heart managed to calm itself from the earlier adrenaline rush. Only moments ago, two small groups of scattered mole-rats and rad-scorpions charged from the west. They quickly ambushed, lashed out, battled, and struck viciously to kill the now exhausted and limp form. They were hastily shot down by one of many Chinese rifles the human owned.
Heavy red blood trickled down from the small bite wounds onto the rest of the slim, grimy, and sweat covered limbs below. A sigh of relief hit the figure as they sunk a needle in their mid-bicep; the syringe injected her with much-needed medication.
“Ahh...”
That definitely hit the spot.
She quickly threw away the syringe a few feet away from her; no litter police tell her otherwise. The metal clanked when gravity smashed it on the ground, and the glass shattered into immediate pieces.
Her shaky arms reached up to stretch out, elbows instantly popped, and the small framed female relaxed near some boulders as the night settled comfortably around her. The corpses of her enemies laid near by, to rot.. Their flesh and meat had already been ripped away from their skeletal remains.
The night air whispered by her softly, it gently whipped around her scruffy, dark brown hair. The breeze almost reminded her of the air vents back home. Home, the place she felt safest, and secure, unlike how The Wastes made her feel continuously throughout the passed days and weeks.
The Lone Wanderer let out a meek whimper, huddled herself in fetal position, and closed her eyes. Wishful thoughts soon gathered within her mind, such as her father still being alive out there and only a few short steps away from her. She would find him, and bring him back into her life again. She just knew she would do it. Puffy, cracked lips turned downward for a moment when a small murmur of doubt over-came her worn mind.
Without her father by her side, she absolutely felt alone. No one out there made her feel soothed from that pang of separation anxiety and loneliness that coiled around in her stomach. Not even the people of Megaton brought her much relief from the overwhelming emotion. Her vision flashed the faces of people she considered friends over in the small town. Moira, Gob, Simms...
Again, doubt spread throughout her weary mind. What if she never found someone out there that made her feel so complete, safe, and happy, beside her own father? What if she were cursed to wander the wastes without a true companion by her side? She shook her head side to side, and tried to think of something more positive. Something that distracted her.
Maybe if Moira's “Wasteland Survival Guide” became successful, she might complete another book for The Capital Wasteland and its inhabitants. Yeah... Maybe she would. With the help of the adventurous wanderer, of course.
She smiled at the idea and puffed out a quiet chuckle.
The petite warrior scratched at her lower back. If only her outfit weren't so overly worn and hand-me-down'd from several different people in the D.C. area, she wouldn't feel so itchy in their uncomfortably rough material. Her nails grated against her toughened skin, she sighed with relief. She tucked her head closely by her giant sack of supplies, guns, and ammunition. The grey-ish-brown sack was her only means of a pillow at that point.
Just before the moon made its mark in the sky, the young-faced kid soon let her eyes droop and her breath decreased. The sound of the wind, her rhythmic breaths, and the soft scuttles of distant creatures made her fall into a lightly to sleep.
For that moment, she allowed her tired body to slumber.
Her last conscious thought drifted slowly and steadily, determined to keep her aware to be on schedule and orderly. Something she wasn't entirely worried about at the moment - obviously.
Today: The Wastes. Tomorrow: The Museum of History.
You and I Are In 'Unity' 1/?
Pairing: Charon/F!LW
Kink: Ghoul, Love, Sex
Rated: M
Chapter One: Going Under: A Whole New World
Honey brown eyes set its blurred vision on the lowered horizon. Skin pores dripped with sweat down onto fluttered eyelashes, only to be swept away by a dirt crusted hand. An unsteady heart managed to calm itself from the earlier adrenaline rush. Only moments ago, two small groups of scattered mole-rats and rad-scorpions charged from the west. They quickly ambushed, lashed out, battled, and struck viciously to kill the now exhausted and limp form. They were hastily shot down by one of many Chinese rifles the human owned.
Heavy red blood trickled down from the small bite wounds onto the rest of the slim, grimy, and sweat covered limbs below. A sigh of relief hit the figure as they sunk a needle in their mid-bicep; the syringe injected her with much-needed medication.
“Ahh...”
That definitely hit the spot.
She quickly threw away the syringe a few feet away from her; no litter police tell her otherwise. The metal clanked when gravity smashed it on the ground, and the glass shattered into immediate pieces.
Her shaky arms reached up to stretch out, elbows instantly popped, and the small framed female relaxed near some boulders as the night settled comfortably around her. The corpses of her enemies laid near by, to rot.. Their flesh and meat had already been ripped away from their skeletal remains.
The night air whispered by her softly, it gently whipped around her scruffy, dark brown hair. The breeze almost reminded her of the air vents back home. Home, the place she felt safest, and secure, unlike how The Wastes made her feel continuously throughout the passed days and weeks.
The Lone Wanderer let out a meek whimper, huddled herself in fetal position, and closed her eyes. Wishful thoughts soon gathered within her mind, such as her father still being alive out there and only a few short steps away from her. She would find him, and bring him back into her life again. She just knew she would do it. Puffy, cracked lips turned downward for a moment when a small murmur of doubt over-came her worn mind.
Without her father by her side, she absolutely felt alone. No one out there made her feel soothed from that pang of separation anxiety and loneliness that coiled around in her stomach. Not even the people of Megaton brought her much relief from the overwhelming emotion. Her vision flashed the faces of people she considered friends over in the small town. Moira, Gob, Simms...
Again, doubt spread throughout her weary mind. What if she never found someone out there that made her feel so complete, safe, and happy, beside her own father? What if she were cursed to wander the wastes without a true companion by her side? She shook her head side to side, and tried to think of something more positive. Something that distracted her.
Maybe if Moira's “Wasteland Survival Guide” became successful, she might complete another book for The Capital Wasteland and its inhabitants. Yeah... Maybe she would. With the help of the adventurous wanderer, of course.
She smiled at the idea and puffed out a quiet chuckle.
The petite warrior scratched at her lower back. If only her outfit weren't so overly worn and hand-me-down'd from several different people in the D.C. area, she wouldn't feel so itchy in their uncomfortably rough material. Her nails grated against her toughened skin, she sighed with relief. She tucked her head closely by her giant sack of supplies, guns, and ammunition. The grey-ish-brown sack was her only means of a pillow at that point.
Just before the moon made its mark in the sky, the young-faced kid soon let her eyes droop and her breath decreased. The sound of the wind, her rhythmic breaths, and the soft scuttles of distant creatures made her fall into a lightly to sleep.
For that moment, she allowed her tired body to slumber.
Her last conscious thought drifted slowly and steadily, determined to keep her aware to be on schedule and orderly. Something she wasn't entirely worried about at the moment - obviously.
Today: The Wastes. Tomorrow: The Museum of History.
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