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My Knight in shiny Armour 1b/??

[(Anonymous)]

The soldiers left again and Knight set off to work, turning up the volume of the radio and whistling along the tune as he picked up a screwdriver and squinted at the jammed trigger. While his fingers worked, his mind strayed a little, regretting yet again that Sgt. Fallers was out of his league. Such a fine piece of ass... he suppressed a smile. He’d go batshit if he ever heard that out of his mouth, though. Not that he planned on saying something like it, anyway, to anyone. His personal disposition was the one thing he hadn’t taken into consideration when he had signed up, and it was the one thing giving him trouble now and then.

He remembered well when, shortly after he’d finished his training, two other recruits had been caught making out in a storage shed and god... the mocking and teasing had went on for months, culminating in some really nasty pranks on their expense.
Knight didn’t like to dwell on that too much, as one of the lads had tried to eat his gun over the whole affair but was stopped in the nick of time by his OIC. Both of the lads had resigned after the incident and the only good thing coming out of it was that it had taught Knight to keep his personal preference to himself so he could avoid sharing their fate.

As he cleaned the parts of the gun thoroughly to remove the last traces of desert dust that seemed to get into everything he was so lost in concentration that he didn’t notice at once that the door had opened and someone had come in.

When he did, however, he looked up into the face of a man roughly his own age, with dark blonde hair and kind of goatee beard that seemed to be much more of an effort than it was worth to keep while travelling in the desert.
But it was neither the blonde, wavy hair that the stranger smoothed back with one hand after removing his wide-brimmed cowboy hat, neither were it his eyes, green and sparkling with life and good humour. It was his voice, deep, rich and smooth and slightly smoky, just like a really good whiskey. He had never heard a voice like that and he had to admit to himself it made his stomach flutter.
The stranger, who had gone down into the records as courier for now, had his gear repaired and was out of the door again with a friendly nod, leaving Knight to stare dry-mouthed at his retreating back. Black leather armour should be fucking banned on guys like that one.

The stranger came back the very next day, and with him came really bad news about the Legion and Nipton. Knight only heard it via second-hand rumour, and even as he stood there, wishing feverishly for another look upon that handsome stranger the door opened and in he walked, seemingly unfazed by the atrocities he supposedly had witnessed. When he hailed him in that terrible deep and silky voice again Knight was, for a second, overwhelmed by the wish of having that voice say his name.

My Knight in shiny Armour 1c/??

[(Anonymous)]

The stranger shot him an amused look, his eyes glittering with humor and a smirk on his lips as if he had noticed his distress... in fact, as if he knew exactly what Knight had been thinking.
Knight himself tried to cover himself up as good as possible while he explained procedures but again, the stranger caught him completely off guard when he said, ever so casually, that he hadn’t told him his name.
“Oh...” For a second there Knight thought that the stranger was teasing him but something... somewhat... about him was... intriguing, to say the least. Still, there remained all the issues he had been thinking about only the day before. “Knight. You must not be from around here. If so... it doesn’t do to get too friendly.”
The stranger seemed honestly puzzled for a moment or two before speaking again. “Something wrong with asking your name?”
Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with asking someone’s name. Yet how he could explain it to the stranger without giving himself away... he spoke in a low voice, trying not to sound too obvious about it all. He had to work here, after all, and he said as much.
Knight half expected the Stranger to end the conversation then and there, considering him not worth the trouble, but he asked, as if he couldn’t let the matter rest, if that now meant he would or wouldn’t mind being friends. The way he stressed the word friend made Knight’s stomach flutter for a second. He discovered, though, that he simply didn’t dare to make any commitment, not with the memories of the two recruits so freshly in his mind.
“I... would, perhaps some other time. When my orders take me to Vegas, perhaps. Wish things were different, but might take some time.”
The stranger looked disappointed for a second before flashing him a good-natured grin. “Well, you got to have leave at some point. Maybe we can catch up in Vegas one fine day.”
After giving the stranger no more than a non-committing nod and hating himself for his cowardice Knight busied himself with his gun and didn’t dare to look up again before the door had closed behind that handsome stranger with the beautiful voice.

He wondered if he would ever see him again, but he doubted it. Only then did it occur to him that for the first time in months, someone had – seemingly – attempted to flirt with him and he had been too gutless even to ask his name.