"Well shit there, Vaultie, here I am thinking you still like to play by the rules and now here you are tellin' me to fuck em." The Ghoul couldn't help but have a mischievous grin pull at his irradiated features. "Alright, since somebody is growin' a back bone, you tell me, what do you think we should do now?"

It's not everyday one sees a working vehicle out in the wasteland; the plume of dust rose for miles, blazing a trail that was all too easily picked out of a sky so blue and cloudless it looked like a fake studio backdrop. Most people avoided that kind of attention, but then, Ashe wasn't most people. While he disliked drawing attention to himself like anybody, what he didn't mind was making an impression. Rolling into town on the only working Lone Wanderer motorcycle anyone had seen in a lifetime had an effect on people.

Most took it as a sign to keep the fuck away. Suited him just fine.

Heading west had been more out of necessity than desire. He was sick of the Capitol, wanted nothing to do with Boston, and nobody went to fucking Appalachia unless they had a death wish. He skirted well north of Texas and the bayous, lest something truly monstrous take a swipe for his hide, and so he'd ended up right in the middle of where it all began. From what he understood, this was where those fuckups in the blimp had come from, this was where those radio broadcasts about a "new government" originated, and this was, very likely, the last place anyone would know the name James Keene.

Now, though, he was running low on coolant. The bike said he had about forty miles before the reactor redlined and he'd have to put it out of its misery. He really didn't want to do that, after the work he'd put into getting it rolling again after 200 years. He had the knowhow to synthesize coolant from readily available materials if pressed, but sometimes if he was very lucky he could find a few bottles at abandoned gas stations... and most people didn't realize that coolant had basically the same ingredients as the preservatives those prewar chemists used to make food last so long without spoiling. Good old ethylene glycol -- and sure, a few kids died back in the day, because dumbasses couldn't keep chemicals up where the brats could reach, but there was a lot about the old world that, in Ashe's opinion, had been predicated on corporate greed and disregard for human life. So he angled that silver bullet off the broken road at the next turnoff, where the familiar trident iconography indicated a Poseidon Energy gas station lay crumbling in the desert sun.

NIGHT'S IN THE WASTELAND WAS ALWAYS DANGEROUS. it's why having someone to travel with was so important. having someone to watch out for LITERALLY ANYTHING that might want to come seeking ill will on the unsuspecting POOR FUCK who let themselves get caught with their trousers down.

while traveling with miss machlaen was MADLY INFURIATING AT TIMES , howard was actually pleased to have her there with him. ( of course he wasn't about to admit that. ) that would give her far too much satisfaction. at the end of the day ... he certainly preferred having her companionship.

but when that damn girl chattered her teeth like that he wondered how he was the ONLY ONE HEARING IT.

' you keep chatterin those pearly whites uh yours and neither of us'll be sleepin t'night vaultie. ' he chided , but it was good natured. not long after his comment , cooper was shrugging out of his long duster. preparing to offer it to her.

@lucydokie asked: {For Ghoulie..} "How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | Accepting

They had been overtaken by raiders fast, and before The Ghoul could even react, he and the girl got separated. He had been so fixated on making it out of the fight alive he had failed to ensure she was safe too. "HEY VAULTIE!" The Ghoul yelled out, now that all was left was the aftermath of battle. "Vaultie!!" He looked around, his brow furrowing with worry. Where the fuck are you Lucy? That was when he heard a snap behind him and he whirled around, gun drawn to see Lucy standing up from underneath some rubble. Looks like a few scratches but nothing too bad.

Holstering his weapon, he walked up to her, a million thoughts raged in his head as he saw her. Anger for them getting separated, relief that she was okay, but before either one could say something, he muttered, "fuck it." And closed the gap between them, wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her into a kiss. It wasn't just any kiss, it was a I'm glad you're safe kiss. It was a don't scare me like that again kiss. It was a I cannot loose you kiss. It was a lot of things The Ghoul had in his head, things he was beginning to understand but thought he wasn't ready to say. Pulling his lips away he looked at her and said, "I'm sorry. . .I'm. . .glad you're alright Lucy."

@lucydokie asked: ‘loaded question’

put ‘loaded question’ in my inbox: | accepting

@lucydokie asked: " you're burning up. " {For good ol' cooper howard... my darling blujay..}

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS. | accepting