pairing: Charon/Willow kink: ghoul character: charon, willow, winthrop, quinn summary: Charon visits Underworld after a few months away with the Vaultie.
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“Why are you still out here? I heard the mall has been pretty quiet.”
Charon leaned against the concrete ledge that lead down to the metro. Arms crossed and body hunched.
“Every town needs a Welcome Center, you know,” Willow smiled and slung her rifle to her back. She swung her hips as she walked closer to him, tapping his boot with her own. Months had passed since his last visit--a “vacation” his sightseer liked to call it.
Charon's eyes stayed on the mall, watching dust float in the horizon. The line where the ground met the buildings always blurred around dusk. Willow was one of the few reasons he kept returning to Underworld. The place was full of memories he'd rather forget, events that often replayed in his nightmares. But it was familiar, the faces, the walls, the smell. He knew it, so there was less to worry about.
“Cigarette?” Willow grinned as Charon glanced back.
She lit one and Charon's careful fingers plucked the stick from her mouth and not the one she was offering. He smirked as he felt the moistness of the paper on his own lips. From her bright red lips.
“How's your little tourist?”
He shrugged and watched her step in front of him, one leg between his. “Still a kid. Dumb and reckless. Has a house out in Big Town, now.”
She hummed and a large plume of smoke fell from her nose. “How long you staying this time?”
“Long enough to need work.” He pulled a flake of tobacco from his tongue.
“Winthrop can probably find you something. In the mean time, though, I've got some ways to keep you occupied.” Willow's finger slid between Charon's belt and jacket, moving side to side.
Charon huffed. “I would rather get some rest right now.”
“Do you still have a key?” she stepped back and he nodded.
“Find me when you wake up.”
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Her room was simple. A bed, a dresser, a few shelves of food. She had hung up old carpets on the walls. He tossed his things on the dresser and undressed. He saw her in everything. The empty nuka cola and vodka bottles with red lipstick on the mouths. The ripped stockings she had hung up. She saved food packages to draw on, little sketches of the mall, old buildings from her dreams. Her scent was soaked into the bed. He breathed her in with his face in the pillow.
His nightmares were manageable in an empty room in a guarded town, if Underworld could be called a 'town'. He would thrash and wake up, reaching for his gun in terror. It took a while for his mind to exit the dream and enter the reality of a quiet bed.
Charon was out again by the time Willow came in. He was grinding what was left of his teeth and his hands were balled into fists. She watched him closely as she changed her clothes, ready to talk him back to earth if he saw red.
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timeasmymeasure
'Dwelling' (1a/1)
Date: 2012-07-12 04:56 am (UTC)kink: ghoul
character: charon, willow, winthrop, quinn
summary: Charon visits Underworld after a few months away with the Vaultie.
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“Why are you still out here? I heard the mall has been pretty quiet.”
Charon leaned against the concrete ledge that lead down to the metro. Arms crossed and body hunched.
“Every town needs a Welcome Center, you know,” Willow smiled and slung her rifle to her back. She swung her hips as she walked closer to him, tapping his boot with her own. Months had passed since his last visit--a “vacation” his sightseer liked to call it.
Charon's eyes stayed on the mall, watching dust float in the horizon. The line where the ground met the buildings always blurred around dusk. Willow was one of the few reasons he kept returning to Underworld. The place was full of memories he'd rather forget, events that often replayed in his nightmares. But it was familiar, the faces, the walls, the smell. He knew it, so there was less to worry about.
“Cigarette?” Willow grinned as Charon glanced back.
She lit one and Charon's careful fingers plucked the stick from her mouth and not the one she was offering. He smirked as he felt the moistness of the paper on his own lips. From her bright red lips.
“How's your little tourist?”
He shrugged and watched her step in front of him, one leg between his. “Still a kid. Dumb and reckless. Has a house out in Big Town, now.”
She hummed and a large plume of smoke fell from her nose. “How long you staying this time?”
“Long enough to need work.” He pulled a flake of tobacco from his tongue.
“Winthrop can probably find you something. In the mean time, though, I've got some ways to keep you occupied.” Willow's finger slid between Charon's belt and jacket, moving side to side.
Charon huffed. “I would rather get some rest right now.”
“Do you still have a key?” she stepped back and he nodded.
“Find me when you wake up.”
---
Her room was simple. A bed, a dresser, a few shelves of food. She had hung up old carpets on the walls. He tossed his things on the dresser and undressed. He saw her in everything. The empty nuka cola and vodka bottles with red lipstick on the mouths. The ripped stockings she had hung up. She saved food packages to draw on, little sketches of the mall, old buildings from her dreams. Her scent was soaked into the bed. He breathed her in with his face in the pillow.
His nightmares were manageable in an empty room in a guarded town, if Underworld could be called a 'town'. He would thrash and wake up, reaching for his gun in terror. It took a while for his mind to exit the dream and enter the reality of a quiet bed.
Charon was out again by the time Willow came in. He was grinding what was left of his teeth and his hands were balled into fists. She watched him closely as she changed her clothes, ready to talk him back to earth if he saw red.