#lyinglantern

【🔧】— The second she heard movement in the church she pointed her revolver in that direction, thinking it to be another feral ghoul that had staggered in from the catacombs. She was surprised to see that it was a person instead, but still didn’t let her guard down-- nowadays people were just as dangerous as the many hostile creatures roaming the wastes.

Deacon wasn’t an unfamiliar visitor to his office, but not a frequent one. He always seemed to know what he was doing... but even the mighty came to visit the great clockwork detective every now and then.

Still.

When you've been in the downtown area for long enough the ambient creaks, cracks, snaps, and pops of the aging metal become white noise that blends into everything else around you. A bile green hue had begun to rise on the far horizon that glared chemical yellow with the setting sun, a telling sign of a radiation storm that is brewing for tonight. Chapped lips pursing into a thin disapproving line Jean already knows that tonight would be a howler. Ghouls and Muties loved the prowl the allies when a good radiation storm rolled through the Commonwealth.

❛ We better make this quick, bud. I know I'm the one on your clock, but I'm sure as hell not going to be out here past dark. Not with that storm coming. ❜               Nodding toward the horizon with it's conflicting and deadly colors Jean suddenly finds that her own wellbeing is a lot more attractive than the stack of caps ( or whatever moral brownie point boost ) she would be getting from this escapade.

SEND 🍿 AND MY MUSE WILL TELL YOURS EXACTLY WHAT THEY THINK OF THEM AT THAT MOMENT.

-Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy [Accepting]-

❝May I have this dance?❞

Mairwen stood there for a moment, an eyebrow raised at Deacon as he held out his hand. He was teasing her, wasn’t he? She’d been enjoying one of her old holotapes. Classical music for once, and she’d been dancing by herself, remembering old lessons she’d learned to pass the time. That’s what he’d walked in on.

She hadn’t expected him to offer her a dance. She paused for a moment before reaching out and carefully taking his hand with a soft smile. He pulled her forward as the first song ended. She stood there for a moment as he held her and she looked up at him.

But then the song started and she let him lead. It had been awhile since she’d danced like this, so she kept herself close. following his steps. One two three, one two three. She fell into it easily, and without even thinking, she began to sing to follow the music.

-Cuddling and Sharing Beds [Accepting] - 😞: A muse cuddles the other for comfort

The nightmare woke her up. Her whole body was still shaking from the dream. She could feel the wetness on her cheeks. She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking. She pressed the palms into her face in order to try to stop the tears. Deep, slow, gasping breaths.

She felt the touch on her arm and it startled her. Deacon. She stared at him for a moment, eyes wide and blinking. This wasn’t the first time that he had seen her wake up like this. He’d seen it before.

She didn’t say anything to him. She just reached forward, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him forward and onto the bed. She pulls him close, pressing her face into his chest. She’s still shaking when his arms wrap around her and pulls her closer, holding her tight.

- Send ♝for my muse to describe how they’d fuck yours. [Accepting] -

❝Well, that would be more intimate, now wouldn’t it?❞

- Send ♝for my muse to describe how they’d fuck yours. [Accepting] - 

❝Oh? I mean, if you want to know, I’m happy to tell you, my dear Deacon.❞