#v:prewar

House was more amused than anything.

Robert has her in his arms, they stand in his laboratory, their faces are splattered with blood, as two out of three of their subjects heads have just exploded. Expect one. He seems to be giving the results Robert was looking for.

His hands smooth down her arms as she holds the dialed remote control. A half crazed grin spreads across his face. Two bodies slump at their feet but one stands tall. Happy, ready for whatever task or order they were given. It was. Good to share results. Robert muses to himself.

“Mmm power is a very addictive drug my dear.”

Robert whispers dangerously in her ear. His heart wasn’t hammering in his chest, this was him in his element. He was showing her a true part of himself, the part he warned her about. Their prestige visages splattered with the fragments of blood and brain matter. But Robert doesn’t let her go.

His hands smooth back up her arms and then reaches up into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief and begins to clean the blood and particles from her face. Trying to be a gentleman despite wanting to kiss her, proclaim his twisted love for her.

“I did warn you…I got into trouble…This…My dear is the trouble…”

He presses a soft kiss to her shoulder and then looks to the subject standing before them again.

“But I’ll consider you my good luck charm, because this is the first result that’s ended perfectly.”

He chuckles proudly, his eyes are squinting because his cheeks are so high. He did enjoy his violence. And they had all preformed quite beautifully in his opinion.

“With me my darling…You can have it all.”

Bobby and Anna were both subject to one of Robert's lecture's. It happened more often then not. Robert had to be smart to someone, and who better than to be smart at his beloveds. However, it was hard to keep up. Bobby is sitting with Anna, both ready for bed and have been for two hours now. One of his arms wrapped around Anna keeping her to his side. Feeling her face bury into his neck as she snuggles closer to him. Bobby's head gently rests against hers. Her legs were in his lap, his one free hand would go back and forth between caressing her legs and taking the cigarette from between his lips to ash in the ashtray over his shoulder behind him in the ashtray that stood tall behind the couch. As this was a favored position for the three.

Robert turns around mid conversation, finally about to ask her another question, he does like to engage. But sometimes he gets swept up in the answers it can take him some time to come back round. But she seems fast asleep in Bobby's embrace. And Booby looked quite tired as well. Dressed in a nice pair of silk pajama set and robe, all green and gold. The arm holding her to him comes up. So his hand can caress her hair down a bit.

"Ah...Perhaps it's time for rest?"

"..Yeah..I'd say so.." Bobby takes a final inhale before he moves to pick Anna up into his arms and begins to carry her toward their bedroom. Robert sighs as he watches the two wonder off. but is soon to follow.

"I can get carried away."

"I know. It's fine, we love it. You just waited too long and she fell asleep. Go change." Bobby mumbles around his cigarette as he gently lays Anna down on the bed in the middle, having had to kneel on the bed to do so. He gets comfortable after on her left and puts out his cigarette on his bedside ashtray. While Robert goes to the walk in closet to undress and ready himself for bed.

"Oh you wanna go deal this? You wanna spoonful of my fucking sugarbombs? Go the fuck ahead."

You try erasing your entire identity to play scapegoat for the richest man in the world. Knowing when this is all over he's not the one to be safe. He'll just die like everyone else. Only he won't be rememebred for him, and he doesn't even remember who he was anymore. He only remembers being Robert House. Or Bobby...When together.

It was an exhausting act, and the worst part. He doesn't even remember who he was before he became Robert House. It would be too complicated if he remembered anyone from before. Silly useless things like parents or siblings, or where he went to school. It's hardly an act if it's all you know. But, behind closed doors, he knows he's not Robert House, he doesn't know who he is, but it won't be the man who saves the world and gets to live forever...

"I'm.." He want to apologize, but he doesn't, instead inhaling the cigarette from the filter and burying his face in his hands.

Prewar: loves the song. Big Win. No resentment or notes.

Mr. Big Screen: It goes two ways, one of he cant hear it at all. Or two, he plays it when he tries to remember what he felt when he was a man listening. But it has lost it's appeal..

His job was to know everything, and for the most part he did. A multibillionaire, a roboticist, a casino owner, a few of the major titles he held, but he was also a complete unknown to the world around him. Using body doubles and doppelgangers to front as him in public while he worked behind the scenes.

She, was not from here, Vegas, for one, but she just seemed..Different. Like himself there was an air about her that said. "I'm better than everyone around me." And she did knock the other patrons at the Lucky 38 casino out of the water. But the movie stars hadn't yet arrived to give her a run for her money.

Walking up to her Robert find himself standing next to her near a glowing blue fountain of Hard Nuka-Quantum.

"I see pip boys, Vault-Tec Vultures all about. Nuka Cola representatives left and right...Everyone pretending to be important in this sea, but you my dear...Why you know you're the biggest fish in this pond."

Robert holds her in his arms looking down to her stoicly, it was not fair. As he has mused in his mind since meeting her. It just wasn't fair to find kindness and love in his heart after so many years. Where being cold and calculating to get the harsh results. Her hands are all over him, its suffocating him. But he doesn't pull away.

Feeling a hand on his face brings him down to look into her beautiful glowing eyes. She needed radaway, he needed to work on his pod. Work on the cold fusion. But his hands still hold to her, keep them chest to chest.

"I hate you sometimes." Robert admits to her after a long moment.

"It was easy, to be how I was, to do what I needed to do. To sacrifice myself for this city. Then you came along and now I find myself wishing and wanting things we don't have time do to. For a life we can't have." He raises a hand to her cheek and tilts his head as he is still so stoic looking down to her, trying to contain his sorrow he felt by this brick wall he's building up.

"How dare you make my cold calculating heart bleed for you...How dare you make me love you.

He can't help it anymore, he leans down and kisses her lips with sorrowful tender kiss. He would cheat death, and save Vegas, but it still felt like he was losing everything.

There was a lot of ways to answer that question. But Robert remains firmly where he is in Cooper's space. Such a loaded question with such a vast range of answers.

"Everything. I want you to help me, I want your loyalty, I want your attention...I want to haunt you Mr. Howard. I simply, want, you."

"Everyone has their claws in you in some capacity...The Silver Screen has their Heroic Cowboy, America has its very own Red Blooded Veteran...Vault-Tec's their perfect poster boy...What If I just took all of that...Took all of you..."