#lcnewanderer

This was quite the mess and a half, wasn’t it?

Arcade was no native to the Commonwealth itself, and he really had no intention on sticking out after he finally established everything here that the Followers needed him too – but there were some places he preferred here more than others. Diamond City was not usually one particularly high up on that list – there was a tension within the city’s walls that seemed to only be mounting more and more, higher and higher.

And here it seemed it had come to a head. He had stopped by for trade – seeking to offload some of the things he’d gathered along those long roads from settlement to settlement for supplies he could use, particularly medical ones, when the argument had broken out. He had kept back out of the way, watching with a worried expression, but when the culmination of that fight had been one in bloodshed he had closed his eyes, shaken his head… and then noticed just how bothered the person next to him seemed to be by it.

Scott was sitting with his back against the door frame, watching Matthew sleep. The young man’s face scrunched up as he took up all the space on Scott’s bed and snored; however, that only made him look more adorable in those moments between breaths.

After having watched Matthew sleep for the last few hours, Scott finally closed his eyes and relaxed in time with each breath. He rested against a soft blue blanket while using an old knife as protection from any threats that may come up during this vulnerable moment between them both.

Scott didn’t know if she would wake or not. He had been lying across from Matthew for hours and the darkness was creeping into his mind, but he didn’t want to move from where he was, just in case. He loved how the other looked sleeping. It seemed like a strange thing to say about someone who looked like they could kill you, but that is what Scott thought of him. That, and that he seemed so harmless while he slept, but Scott couldn't believe when he had threatened Scott the first time they met.

Maybe being the only survivor wandering around a camp filled with dead people wasn’t the base look if I wanted to convince someone I was innocent.

“Maybe I should keep watch if I can’t sleep... What do you think? What do they call you, the Lone Wanderer? I think Sleeping Beauty seems more fitting here. Snoring Beauty? I’ll work on it.” 

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Asriel was hardly fond of the notion of parting ways with Tomo. He knew they could handle themselves-- they’d made the week long journey from D.C. to Boston all by themselves, hadn’t they? He knew they’d be alright. He knew it. But didn’t stop that uncomfortable hollow feeling in his chest where his heart should be from aching with every thrumming beat of his pulse. It felt so strange. So unwelcome. Like a flower in bloom-- only that flower was pure anxiety. Like he was constantly shaking from the cold inside, like he had this consistent need to whimper but just couldn’t fore himself to make a sound. So he followed wordlessly.

“I’ll do you one better,” he offered, swooping down and picking the smaller human up in his arms to rub hi cheek against theirs. The gentle nuzzling was followed up by a flurry of delicate kisses to their face, facial hair tickling at soft skin as they giggled and weakly tried to push him off. “Ahh- I’ll give you many kisses, and I’ll come along with you.” He pulled them close to his chest, half-crushing them in a loving hug that threatened to smother them in his familiar scent of old-world pine sap and cedar wood and aftershave that lingered on his jaw long after his last shave. It was a comforting collection of smells to say the least, only further accentuated by him holding them up just enough to press the most passionate kiss he could to their lips. He was doing everything he can to convince them, and only when he felt their gentle hands running over his face and through his hair did he realize he’d succeeded.

THE BOMBARDMENT of questions causes his HEAD to spin a little. HE SHOULD have expected this kind of REACTION. From what he could gather ‘SOCIETY’ hadn’t really fully recovered the devastation. There’s SO MUCH to process in such a short time and before the GUY before him says anything else, a QUIET hand raises, ONE to silently plead him to STOP talking for just a brief moment of solitude. 

He figures it’s only natural for QUESTIONS to be had, from what he SEEMED to have gathered, this man was BAFFLED by the sheer fact that he survived Braun’s FAILSAFE despite the fact that he was SMART enough to know when DANGER was afoot. His father, for all the AWFUL the man did, WAS NO FOOL. A breath escapes him as he FEELS himself finally able to move again, CLOSING his fist, MOVING his legs slightly before SLIDING from the POD he’d been in, SLIGHTLY wobbly before bracing on the POD for support.

“I’ve been in here as long as everyone else, yes.”

HE SPEAKS candidly, JAW taut at the very prospect of having to DISCUSS such a difficult discussion, but he figures it’s BEST to keep to himself for the time being. LISTEN FIRST, then ask questions. People often OFFERED more than they realized when their WORDS were met with silence. GENTLE exhale and he leans over, RUBBING his arm as he STRETCHES out slightly before finally properly ADDRESSING the situation.

“Jamie.”

THE INTRODUCTION is a little stale, but he’s NEVER been the best at conversing with STRANGERS. He preferred solitude over most things but he suspected that would LIKELY come to CHANGE if he’s to survive in this NEW reality of his. Dire times made strange bedfellows of us ALL as it were, though he SHOULD have suspected that he’s not really going to be ABLE to be stuck in his ways.

@lcnewanderer​ said:

"Here, take this. You look like you are about to pass out!"

He’s silent for a moment, BRAIN still processing everything that had just come to pass. TWO CENTURIES worth of torture at the hands of BRAUN and now it’s just very...very SUDDENLY over. He doesn’t say anything initially, HEAD SPINNING as he draws in a QUIET breath, rubbing eyes as they adjust to the ODD artificial STEEL CLAD light of the VAULT he’d only vaguely recalled walking into all those years ago before FURROWING his brow.

THE FACE he meets is one he doesn’t recognize, INSTEAD just allowing himself to TAKE in everything around him. He tries to move, but there’s BARELY any feeling. His muscles have ATROPHIED. He should have foreseen such a thing happening but as the man speaks again his JAW tightens. He hasn’t openly spoken to another living human being in what feels like AGES. Sure the others in the VAULT were there, but THEY were little more than TEST DUMMIES used to amuse Braun. They had been for what feels like AGES. 

Time to wake up and walk AMONGST those in the real world Jamie.

The man, and who he can ONLY ASSUME is his father judging by the familiarity between them seems to serve as something of a COMFORT, though the only memory he can THINK of is pertaining to his MOTHER not his father, so the thought alone makes him FROWN slightly at the thought. 

When he finally decides to speak, HE is careful with his words. He has NUMEROUS questions, but he needs to GATHER himself before he starts ACTUALLY asking them. Not the least of which being ‘WHAT DO I DO NOW?’

“I’m fine...”

              ❛   ─  IT’S REALLY RUDE TO GAWK.  ❜   the wolf comments, leaving it as short ended as humanly possible, while also getting his point across that it hadn’t gone unnoticed. people, he’s really not an overall fan on a good day.   ❛   is there something i can help you with?   ❜