#commonwealthchickadee

         ‘   KID . . .   you  only  hold  me  up  like  this  cause  you  don’t  know  who  i  really  AM .  ’

“Oh?“

The gaze of blue eyes falls upon the other - just a little girl, a child, barely over the age of ten, it seems. She blinks in surprise, before the expression on her features grows softer, a smile curling up the corners of her lips as the confusion upon the other’s inquiry fades away.

“Aren’t you a sweet one. Thank you.” she speaks, the hand she had been holding up to check for rain tugged away in the pocket of her coat, as she bows down so the other can raise the umbrella she so kindly offered to share with the ex-soldier right above her head. 

“To what do I owe the honour?“ she muses, the smile still lingering on her features. A child, all alone, out here? Didn’t seem like the safest place of all to be, no, not at all, especially for such a tiny thing like her…

Then again - folks always do fall for the cute ones, don’t they? Her eyes narrow, just a little, as Elisabeth lets her gaze wander, surveying the surroundings. If this was a trap… if the girl was being used as bait…

Hell, whoever wanted a piece of her? Better bring it on, right here, right now. She’d teach them not to mess with her…

“ olivia, be... careful... ”

despite the rumble there’s concern in the words. he keeps a watchful eye over the young girl hurrying along ahead of him, doing his best to make sure she won’t come to harm. it’s almost ironic; a deathclaw fussing over a child’s safety. 

with his head kept low s2 breaches the treeline she has crossed, hesitating a moment before following her out into the open. 

“ do not... go too... far. ”

[For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses]

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His friend’s voice easily pulled Sturges away from the work he’d been doing, as he turned around to look at Livie.

 “ Hey, Liv ! ” a grin stretched across his face, “ Not too bad - ‘bout as good as I can be. Workin’ hard, tryin’ to keep Preston from worryin’ the hat off-a his head. ”

With a soft chuckle, Sturges absent-mindedly nabbed a cloth off of the workbench, and began to wipe his hands of dirt. Of course, it was pointless, considering that the cloth was likely dirtier than his hands had ever been. It took him a moment to realize this, and he tossed the fabric away, choosing to wipe his hands off on his overalls.