one for my baby.

⌠♠⌡ ❝I know.❞ That was the first lie she’d actually told him, but the words come out before she could think about them. She had suspected as much. Wondered it once she knew what had happened and his surety that she was dead. But she hadn’t really known. And from his tone, she wonders if she’s the first one he’s told. ❝It doesn’t make you a bad person.❞

She watches him for a moment from the distance, knowing that pain far too well. She remembers building the pyre to burn Tisha’s body. She remembers lifting her cold body unto it and staring into the fire until the Buzzcocks found her. She didn’t sleep for a week and they let her mourn. And she’d gotten as much revenge as she could have.

❝Not that me saying that is gonna make the guilt go away.❞ She sighed, but slowly she moved over closer to him, careful not to crowd him, but she wanted to be there. She often needed touch when these moments hit her. ❝The alternative was worse.❞

i know, she says -- and he looks down. his hands are shaking. “no, it makes me the WORST fucking person --” craig says, voice tight. he can’t live with himself; as far as he’s concerned, he’s not LIVING. he’s existing, waiting for his time to finally be up. the tears burn his eyes. he wants to break down; he wants to scream his head off. he wants to rip every LEGION bastard limb from limb... but he has no one to blame but himself. 

       audrey strutted her way into the lucky 38. the courier had decided to tend to some business on the strip alone but now it was time to pick up her trusty companion and head out into the mojave. she didn’t have a plan ( when did she ? ) but they would surely find something to do out there. it seemed that there was always a battle to fight or someone to save or anything in between. stepping out of the elevator, she made her way to the room she found boone in most often. leaning in the doorway, she shot him her familiar smirk. ❝ you ready ? ❞ 

a STARTER for @ncrgrunt​.

“Okay.” is all she can muster at the brunt of his… personality. She’s not used to this level of apathy from a member of the NCR. Of course, he can’t be happy with the situation - he’s been assigned to babysit her. Her last personal guard either got reassigned, a shame as she was finally getting used to the guy. “I travel often, most of the concern is attempted kidnapping by raiders, and at worst, the Legion. I rarely go that far east anymore.” For her own safety, rather than by choice. “I’m afraid you’ll be bored, most of the time, unless someone tries to throw themselves on me which happens more often than it should. The occasional stalker rears his head.” She can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but she looks him in the eyes anyway.  “Do you prefer Craig, or Boone?” 

He’s surprised her, with his… candor. Usually they like to pretend they don’t know who she is, men playing dumb before suddenly remembering where they have seen her, but this man is right to the point. It’s refreshing, not having to worry he’ll spring it on her mid-conversation by pulling out a calendar and a pen.

“Ah – yes, I am.” There are other girls in the calendars, but none of them live out here, most situated safely in the capital of the NCR. She’s got a day job as a seamstess, something most people don’t know unless they read the little blurbs about her in the back of some calendar or newsletter. Today her work brings her to the Airport. Boy, this is one tall man, and that’s saying something for her. She doesn’t wear heels when working, so he’s currently dwarfing her. “Marcie – “ He already seems to know, but she finishes what she started. “ – Lindell. The pleasure is all mine.” He seems… nervous. “So, what do you do here, Craig?”