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Take it Further 1a/?
Date: 2012-01-16 09:07 pm (UTC)Charon was a man once. He wasn’t always this rotting hunk of flesh. Wasn’t always trapped in this joke of a body. He once had tawny skin, and auburn hair. He had life, complete with a beautiful wife and a child on the way. The war ended all of that, and his life went from heaven to hell.
His life took him many places over the years since the world ended, but it seemed that it was just to lead him to her. She had his wife’s eyes, and he thinks that is what drew him to her. What made him follow her, contract or no.
He loved her. He didn’t want to, but 200 years is a hell of a long time to grieve.
“You deserve to be happy, Charon,” she had said, looking up at him from her knees with hooded eyes. He had gulped, nodded, and let the woman-little more than a child, really-have her sweet, merry way with him. He didn’t deserve to be happy, but God, had he wanted it. Wanted happiness, wanted her.
So he took her, and she had let him, and he was the happiest he had been in years.
Take it Further 1b/?
Date: 2012-01-16 09:25 pm (UTC)“What did you do?” she murmurs. He grins, and says,
“Looks like I rocked your world, kid.” She laughs, shaking her head.
“No, not just now. Before the war?” The mention of the past no longer makes him stiffen, or dive to change the subject. Wanderer, as she had taken to calling herself, had always been interested in what her generation called ‘the Before’ and he was more than happy to answer her every question.
He even told her about his wife, and she had cried, even though the woman died a good two centuries before her birth. He’d been touched.
“I was an army grunt,” he says. “Infantry. Part of what they called an experiment in obedience.”
“Your contract?” she asks, lifting her head up. He nods.
“Uncle Sam gave me more than I signed up for. I was,” he pauses. “I was home on leave when the bombs fell.”
“Sorry,” she murmurs. He continues to rub lazy circles on her back, mesmerized by the smooth skin there.
“S’ok,” he says, pressing kisses up and down her spine. She giggles, squirming to get away from him. His hands find her hips and he holds her in place.
“More,” she says. “Tell me more about you.”
“I like candlelit dinners and walks on the beach,” he deadpans. She laughs.
“More history.”
“History’s dead, kid.”
Re: Take it Further 1b/?
Date: 2012-01-17 01:41 am (UTC)Re: Take it Further 1b/?
Date: 2012-01-17 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: Take it Further 1b/?
Date: 2012-01-18 01:49 pm (UTC)oh my gooood this is so goood ^^
Take it Further 1c/2
Date: 2012-01-18 05:09 pm (UTC)That was the thing about Wanderer. Nothing ever died. Not her father, not Dogmeat. Not history. She had this insatiable urge to know everything there was to know about anything. It reminded him of his wife, the school teacher, and he smiled every time he pried a book from her hands after she fell asleep.
But there were things that were better left unsaid, and she never had the good sense to leave them alone.
Of course she jumped at the chance when Doc Barrows offered it. After researching feral ghouls for so long, and making little headway, he decided to study genealogy. Naturally, Wanderer begged for the chance to be his first subject.
“Tell me some good news, Doc,” she says, leaning over his clipboard. He ‘harrumphs’ and thumps her nose. Rubbing it, and giving Charon a sly grin, she asks, “So who am I related to? Famous pre-war movie stars? Presidents of the former United States?” Barrows waves a hand dismissively.
“Nothing so glamorous,” he answers. “I was able to trace your ancestry on your father’s side as far back as when the bombs dropped.” She lets out a low whistle.
“Impressive. Who is it?”
“A woman who managed to survive ground zero.”
“At least we know where you get your damn tenacity,” Charon says, fondly ruffling her hair.
“She kept extensive records, as did your father. Diaries and the like. I wouldn’t have found anything if it weren’t for those. She and her child were among Megaton’s first citizens, all vying for the chance to get in Vault 101 where you, coincidentally, grew up.”
“Life’s crazy like that,” Wanderer says. “What was her name?”
“Charlotte Grey,” Barrows answers, and Charon feels his blood run cold. It couldn’t be. “Before the bombs fell, she was a school teacher. Married to a sergeant, Samson Grey.”
That’s a name he hadn’t heard in a while. He thought he would never hear it again. Hell, he’d almost forgotten it over the years. Almost convinced himself that he had always been Charon, and never had any other name.
“A sergeant, huh? Did you know him, Charon?” she asks innocently. His stomach churns.
“Yeah,” he answers softly. “He was a selfish bastard. Reckless. But he always tried to do the right thing.” His hand ghosts over hers, and he grasps it, fighting down the horrid feeling of dread. “He would have loved you.”
Re: Take it Further 1c/2
Date: 2012-01-18 10:20 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2012-01-19 12:06 am (UTC)A!A
Date: 2012-01-19 12:51 am (UTC)OP AGAIN
Date: 2012-01-19 06:16 am (UTC)Re: Take it Further 1c/2
Date: 2012-01-20 03:17 pm (UTC)