#sad2

Hello, everyone! I just wrote this piece for my good friend @cyndercrys, and since it features both of our OC’s, and it’s the most wonderful time of the year, I thought that you all would enjoy it!

Renee Jones belongs to @cyndercrys-- thank you so much for letting me write her, Gwen! <3

Edit: This was inspired by a prompt by @charomiami! Thank you, Charo!

Word Count: 766

The house was filled with the warm smell of fresh coffee, a couple of cinnamon candles scattered around the room on top of tables and shelves. The air was warm, a sense of peace in the air. Elwood sat at his newly acquired desk, scratching out onto a yellowed notepad the current inventory.

“One… hundred and fifty… 7.63MM ammo boxes… how many is in a box?” Elwood muttered to himself, frowning as he tapped a dirtied pencil to his lips. His desk was filled with various nuts and bolts, an empty Nuka-Cola Quantum bottle perched precariously near the edge and dozens of pieces of paper, both pre-war and current, cluttering the space. “It’s… it’s thirty, right?”

Elwood rolled his head around, trying to crack the crick in his neck that had been nagging him. As he reached the finish of the second roll, he felt a snappy POP, and the ache went away. With a sigh, Elwood stretched his arms upwards and lifted himself out of his chair. With sleepy eyes and hunched shoulders, Elwood shuffled out of his study and turned the corner to the living room, only to stop on his heel.

Renee sat at the base of their Christmas tree, dozens of small knick knacks surrounding her. It was as if she was in the center of a mob of figurines, antique items and do-hickeys. As she looked around the pile, she came upon a small golden bulb. The paint was barely chipped, her reflection warped as it gleamed back at her. With a small smile, she placed it in the middle center of the tree. She repeated the process with a couple of knick-knacks; a broken Vault-Boy bobblehead’s caricature, a Bottle and Cappy ornament from Nuka-World’s gift shop, and near the very bottom of the tree, a Vault-Tec lunchbox.

She paused for a moment, gazing at a small paper package to her left. The brown paper was pristine, a twine ribbon festooning the top with a simple bow-knot. She lifted up the piece of paper, pulling one of the strings and peeling the tape off of the back of the wrapping. As it fell away, Elwood saw a small glass statue pressed in her hands. It looked freshly made, shining brighter than any glass he’d seen in a while.

She said you should learn to love yourself

And not hate everybody else

And I will learn to love myself

Like She'll see him looking at himself and she'll say "look at you, your jaw line is so defined, its a turkish Jaw just like your fathers" and Gundam will frown "I thought you said my father was Australian" Going back to Gundams mother I just have this feeling she is/was a very free spirited almost Hippy-ish kind of woman, long black and grey hair, flowing skirts, a very down to earth spiritual woman.