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Set Me On Fire (1b)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-28 02:30 am (UTC)(link)“This town is too small for such things. There is a man in town who rents out his lean-to, but you don’t strike me as the type who would want to sleep next to a cow. Your other option is to try to rent a room from someone in town.”
“Do you have a room?” Vulpes Inquired with a gentle quality, so she would not think him to forward, “That is would your husband mind if I rented from you.”
Looking at him like he had told the punch line to a joke she had heard long ago, then shifted the bucket onto her other arm.
“I suppose you haven’t come to this town before, and you don’t know of the washer woman on the edge of town whose husband passed away ages ago; leaving her alone with a child. I have no one to ask Courier, so for five caps I will let you stay in the spare room of this house.”
There was something odd about this woman; probably she had just known such much sorrow in her life it left her with this burden of sorrow that made her a terrible and beautiful thing. He followed her to the house, her bucket weighing her so that she moved slowly. Inside the door she dropped the water into a larger tub, and he placed five caps on the table.
Gesturing towards a spare room, Vulpes walked inside and found a small clean made bed with a worn bureau next to it. He set his pack on the floor next to the bureau and turned as he heard the woman step back outside to fetch more water. The place smelled of soap and moisture, but retained a solemn quality that seemed fitting to a widow who had chosen to live alone in honor of a long dead husband.
Something stirred in the room on the other side of his, and Vulpes stepped out into the main room. He looked towards the cracked door, prepared to pull a weapon and fight if need be. Instead what he saw through the crack was a young woman of about nineteen or twenty tying her hair back. She shuffled through a pack, and began to sort some papers inside and began to read over them, they looked like figure sheets, and she seemed excited by whatever numbers they held.
The girl turned then, to peer out a window, perhaps to see what her mother was doing. She struck Vulpes the second her saw her face, the woman in front of him was a small sun kissed version of her mother, only with hair bobbed short, and a spark of life inside of her that burned from her eyes like a candle.
Set Me On Fire (1c)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-28 02:33 am (UTC)(link)This time the old washer woman moved to the stove, and poured the water into a pan. She added meat, a few diced potatoes, and some leaves people use for seasonings from time to time. A few hours passed and the soup was served, poured into carved wooden bowls and set on the table. No words were passed between the two women and Vulpes, and he tried to focus on the strange smell of laundry and stew instead of the young woman across from him.
“Mom tells me that you‘re a courier,” The girl said, too young to sit patiently in silence forever. “I think that’s cool, I’m a courier too. I’ve been trading with this community inside of the divide between the mountains. It’s at the edge of a small military base.”
Vulpes watched the her for a significant period of time before responding. He wanted to make sure he had control of his lust before he reacted, luckily his silence made him seem like he was a thoughtful man, and not dangerous. He had heard of this place between the mountains and had sent one of his best men into The Divide to find out if anything inside of it was worth taking.
“You must be new at the job,” Vulpes said, forcing a weary smile across his cold face, trying to not look eager for this conversation to continue. Not wanting this creeping need to posses her this betray itself, as it made little sense even to him that he would be so struck by this girl.
“Yeah, I’ve been at it about a year,” the girl responded with a jovial tone.
“My name is Alan Fox,” Vulpes said. “I do work for the Mojave Express from time to time, perhaps I could tell my boss your name, and he could give you a job if you’re ever in Primm. You know the town with the roller coaster near New Vegas. If you’re out there and can get a delivery coming back is the ideal situation.”
“I’m Julia Hernandez,” she responded with a laugh. “I’ve saw New Vegas from the Mojave Outpost one time. I got a gig to pick up a package from there. It was really neat to see the lights on the horizon at night. Someday I hope to have enough caps to make it to the strip.”
Set Me On Fire (1d)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-28 02:33 am (UTC)(link)“My little Julia is such a help,” Mrs. Hernandez said, causing Vulpes to refocus on his soup. “She always makes sure her mother has what she needs to get by. She’s a good generous girl, and I appreciate your offer to help her find work.”
The older woman picked up the pot that held the soup then and put more soup into each person’s bowls. Refusing to look Vulpes in the eye, he noticed her hand shook as she offered him more. Her fear was palpable to Vulpes, but would perhaps be well hidden to other people. She was a broken sober soul and it made upsetting her only mildly rewarding.
A look passed between the washer woman and Vulpes, a quiet understanding occurring between them that let Vulpes know her daughter was a nice girl, and Mrs. Hernandez intended to keep it that way. The Frumentarii felt something burn inside of him, a fire he had forgotten could ravage his soul, tear his heart, and make him desire a woman so wantonly. It nagged at him while he ate his soup and he blamed her.
Julia. The name of the devil, a small cherub faced girl with skin like the scorched desert floor. He’d love to run his tongue down that skin. To feel her hair tickles him as she planted kisses on his stomach. He was a man of Legion, he reminded himself, he was her superior, and women were weak. The idea of twisting one the way he had been twisted, of possessing her as she lost these fleeting moments of childhood innocence was like sugar on his tongue. He could have her if he desired her, and he did. He deserved at least this much.
Standing up from his dinner, the bowl empty even though he couldn’t remember draining it, Vulpes thanked his hostess and walked to his room to rest. He could wait for this, try to sate his need, and move when things were ready. It would blow his cover to make off the girl tonight and the web of lies he wove as a spy were more important than any two bit piece of ass that belonged on her back in a raid-tent.
Set Me On Fire (1e)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-28 02:34 am (UTC)(link)Julia's voice was sweet in a way few women’s voices could be. It was higher than her mothers and always sounded optimistic. She wouldn’t be the first woman to be stolen by a Legionary so that she could serve him in bondage, but something about the way she moved around free made him think a collar would be as sad thing sitting on her neck. . He pressed his hands, he pushed himself outside of himself, and looked down at the pathetic mess pacing the floor. They had barely spoken, this didn’t make sense. He needed to try to forget she was here and move on.
OP here
(Anonymous) 2011-11-28 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Turns out, Vulpes is such a hot guy XD
Can't wait for moar.
Set Me On Fire (3a)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-09 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)“Going east?” She asked with a sparkle in her dark eyes.
“My body is moving eastward, but for the love of my king I always look westward,” He said.
“Me,” Julia said with a bragging tone, ignoring the ominous way he spoke, “I have no king or country. I’m a rolling stone and I ain’t gonna gather no moss. I heard something like that in a song once. I think that’s how the words went, anyways, I’m not gonna stop walking until I have enough money to buy me and mom a nice place to live.”
“You love your mother it seems.”
“Of course,” Julia responded, “Plus I feel like I owe her for being there after our dad died. She’s worked very hard.”
“She’ll earn her eternal reward some day,” Vulpes said, unable to hide a slight smirk. “So are you going to follow me where I’m going carrying such a big package?”
“I have to take this to The Divide,” Julia responded, “I was hoping if you didn’t pick up anything to carry back east you’d follow me. We could probably both get stuff to take to New Vegas in The Divide. They usually need someone to trade with, in the pass. Plus it’s a lot faster than going around the mountains.”
“The Divide,” Vulpes repeated almost too quite to hear. He remembered one of his best men was supposed to be on recon inside, and it had been awhile sense he had heard out of Ulysses. “I suppose I could be persuaded to follow you. I have to drop these papers off at a town a little south of Nipton, but if you could bare my company I’d have yours.”
“I’m hoping you’ll see I do a good job and introduce me to some of your contracts in Primm,” Julia said, still smiling.
“I’ll introduce you to things you’ve never imagined. Sights, sounds, ideas, a world of things you never dreamed of,” Vulpes said, his voice conveying a delicate wonder that had an effect on the girl. “Stick with me, and your life will be something you never knew it could be.”
Laughing Julia skipped ahead of him a little, her lanky body betraying the visual qualities of unspoiled youth. She had an easy gate missing from most adults, and where the brilliance of a deep melancholy made her mother shimmer with a tragic beauty, Julia was simply a free sunny soul, radiant as it burned with life’s pleasures. It wasn’t that she was remarkably pretty, but she had come of age in a world more sheltered from brutality than most. Plus she was right about one thing, she was free of God or country. Julia could conquer the world and only answer to herself at the end of the day.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-09 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)