#deadmare

" there's a catch? " carla mused, an eyebrow raised at the ghoul's question. she hadn't believed that she implied any sort of catch, but she understood the hesitancy. very few things in the wasteland come without a catch. she shifted in the stool beside him, picked up her glass to take a long sip from it.

" you seem the type of person who could use a little company. " she put simply, nothing less &. nothing more. she set the glass down before she slid off of the stool, a soft click of her heels as she stood up. " i have a show to do, but if you'd like to take up the offer of conversation ..... you should know where to find me. "

                                                                 @deadmare

It was a strange sort of domesticity they’d developed in their time together, at least it felt that way for her. This life was something entirely new, living day by day, never knowing what might come next, or where they’d rest their head for the night. Why it was a relief, those nights they’d find something akin to shelter- a run down shack that had something that resembled a roof and walls, or in their case, a settlement which offered lodging for only a few caps a night. She’d take what she could get, knowing that so long as they locked the door, they’d be somewhat safe for the night.

It gave her a chance to let her guard down, freshen up for the long road ahead. In truth, a part of her never expected him to look her way- and try as she might to be modest, there was only so much she could do in a one bedroom space with little to no privacy. Her shirt needed to be washed, and she wasn’t about to take this moment of respite for granted. Even if it meant exposing herself for a time- but it seemed the jagged scar wouldn’t go unnoticed. A stark contrast to the rest of her unmarred flesh, for in the vault, being hurt to such a degree was almost unheard of. The worst for some was a papercut, a slip of a razor when shaving, a scrape of the knee, but this? This scar was made with an intent to kill- surely he could pick up on that. 

“Oh, this?” As if there were anything other scars to compare to, a finger would gently trace over the surface, her brow softly knitting as visions of that night would flicker through her mind. “I know it might be difficult to believe, but this was actually prior to me leaving my vault. Well, rather it was the reason all this started- what with my father being taken from my vault, me venturing after him against the better wishes of my vault. Breaking myself out to come and find him all sort of came from… this.” It was in that moment that she realized the truth- that’d never once had she brought this up. Maybe expecting him to ask, but how was he ever to assume? Her gaze would drop to the floor, her usual confidence wavering in such subtleties. Teeth trapping her lower lip, hands coming together before her, subtly tracing over the finger they’d once exchanged. Would he think less of her, knowing the truth? 

“I was married once, and by that I mean... for a few hours?” Her description was hardly helping her cause, “It’s a long story. In my vault, I was unable to find a suitable marriage partner, and when that happens well, unfortunately you have to find other means of contributing to the vault. Not ideal, to marry someone you don’t know, but I wanted to do my part so… I married a stranger. Turns out he wasn’t actually from a vault so…”

She knew when she was rambling too much, so she’d stop herself, assuming he wouldn’t care all too much for the details. “We didn’t... work out, you could say.”

━━ ⟢ @deadmare ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ ‘you’re an investigator, right? well, investigate.’

'  That  is  right  I  investigate!  you  are  the  one  with  the  quick  draw  and  guns,  you  go  in  first  to  secure  the  area,  I'll  keep  close.'  Evie  said  her  arms  crossing  over  her  chest.  Should  she  be  freaking  out  there  is  a  talking  ghoul  before  her?  sure,  but  at  the  same  time  things  have  changed  so  much  since  her  deep  freeze  she  just  accepts  it  at  this  point.

"i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of."

"what do you want, somebody to hold it for you?"

"please don’t go back to sleep just yet."

"that's not a risk i'm willing to take."

"you shoot, i dodge."