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Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 2c/?
Date: 2016-02-24 06:48 am (UTC)At that, Nova gave a little wink, and Charon shifted on his barstool uncomfortably.
“All joking aside, she really deserves to be happy. She’s been through too much shit for a kid her age. She needs a little comfort and loving,” Nova smiled, “And I’m sure an older man like you must have some tricks up his sleeve…”
Elle burst back through the saloon door, and Charon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He didn’t want to talk about his past, or even think about it, especially with Nova. She had already given him a number of uncomfortable thoughts to dwell on that night when he would be trying to sleep.
“Charon, c’mon, it’s sooo late!” Elle giggled, latching onto his arm. He could feel Nova’s eyes on him and ignored her, instead getting to his feet and helping Elle out of the saloon.
The cool night air was a refreshing change from the stuffy atmosphere of the saloon, even with the occasional dust-filled gust of wind. Elle was chattering about her trip to visit Moira, but Charon didn’t pay her much attention. Instead, Nova’s words echoed in his head.
Elle adores you.
He looked down at the vault dweller and saw that she was gazing up at him, eyes shining with excitement as she rambled on and on. Charon steered her back to her house more carefully, now aware that she wasn’t paying attention to the ground under her feet
“Let’s get you into bed, smoothskin,” he muttered once they got inside.
She pouted and protested feebly. Charon smirked and swept an arm behind her knees, lifting her up effortlessly. Elle laughed at the sudden action and curled up in his arms, burying her face in his chest. He froze at her sudden closeness, waiting for her to recoil, but she stayed pressed up against him.
As he carried his employer upstairs to her room, Charon frowned. He wasn’t going to give any weight to Nova’s words. Elle was a cuddly drunk, that was a fact. She would fall asleep in anyone’s arms, even if those arms happened to be missing skin in some parts.
He gently lowered Elle onto her bed and she grumbled, apparently disappointed to be leaving the warmth of his arms. She fell quiet again as he covered her with a blanket, and within a few moments, she had dozed off. Charon watched her steady breathing, the way her face softened as she fell deeper into sleep. Strips of moonlight, creeping in from the gaps in the roof shingles, illuminated her face and made her appear paler than she already was. Even after all her travels through the decrepit wasteland, Elle managed to remain almost as flawless as she had been when he first laid eyes on her in the Ninth Circle.