Jun 27
MacCready watches in the dim red light as a woman shoulders her way through the door. Sheโs tall, a foot taller than him at least, and built like a yao guai. Sheโs also armed to the fucking teeth, with two heavy bags and a rifle slung to her back, not to mention a sweet-looking pistol strapped to her belt. Her face is a stony mask of nothing, which comes with the territory in Goodneighbor, but for some reason her gaze is unusually piercing. He realizes thereโs only one entrance and exit in his dark, dingy little lounge.
MacCready takes a risk on an intimidating new client, only to discover she comes as a package deal with the shadow on the wall.
deacon/maccready/sole survivor slow burn with a side of wasteland worldbuilding
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