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@freedomtrail.bsky.social
THE SOLE SURVIVOR OF VAULT 111.
whimper β broken nail. clutching her hand. just her luck.
that would be wonderful, i think.
i suppose iβm joining but only to ask that youβre at least nice to him . . .
guys please be nice to my husband he is very distressed
i love you too! itβs no trouble. come here, i can hold you.
i love you. . . i owe you my LIFE
my poor baby . . . lay down, i can get you some water.
my tummy hurts :(
iβm saving you, my love!!!! what am i saving you from?
MARGOT. . . SAVE ME MARGOT SAVE ME MARGOT
well, i think iβll start cooking soon, then. wanna make sure youβre well fed. [ leaning up, pressing a kiss to his forehead. a mark is left from her lipstick β crooked grin tugs on her lips. ]
[ wolf nuzzles into her hand, closing his eyes. ] that sounds wonderful. . .
i missed you too! [ giggling, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. ] if you want, i can cook us a nice dinner tonight and we can catch up?
[ SHOWERING HER IN KISSES ] i missed you, darlinβ!
i donβt think theyβre listening to me much, truth be told. of course, doll.
but you never know when there might be children listening! appreciated!
i think you can understand my use of that word, though. thank you. iβll return them soon enough.
language. borrow these.
βhi, sweetheart.β sickly sweet β itβs genuine, of course. arms slip around his waist, eyes fluttering shut with the kiss on the forehead.
wrapping his arms around @freedomtrail.bsky.social giving her a smooch on the forehead
shaun . . . done. wolf . . . done. deacon . . . done. i feel iβm forgetting someone?
wrapping gifts rapidly!!!
iβm looking forward to it. fair enough. i managed to bring mine from home when i moved out. iβm kinda surprised it survived the bombs, honestly.
guess itβs a date, then, sugar. i wish i coulda brought one from back home, but iβd be too scared of losing it.
we can make a trip out of it, if you want. took me a while, but i found the menorah!
no. . . it completely slipped my mind. looks like iβm gonna have to hit up the trading post.
stumbling back into haven lake. she looks like ( hell. * ) at least her hair is sort of in tact.
chewing on her nails. brows furrowed.
pulling her needle out of her finger. she has no idea how she even managed this.
flickering her lighter. yawn.
another horrible realization: if she wants to go to new york, she needs to bring her good guns. even worse, her good armor.