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omies-odd-writing-spot · 5 months ago

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Tea cup lights

welp, this is out of order, but still wanted to do it! From my GT story "Little Library Mouse: Fallout idea" have the two later on, on their adventure.

This part was inspired by @mari-gt 's art here. As well as @amii-bo 's art here. .o. go look at their amazing art and blogs and stuff its so neat and cool! @horseyneigh2002 @raventroll80 @noris-stoneward you might like??

okay, here's my silly. .

Tea Cup Lights: How his tiny companion had managed to move a bit of coal from his cooking fire to her area he was ont sure. Impressed for sure, but worried. Granted the hot coal was small enough to fit in a bottle cap. So maybe it was a piece that crackled off and away from the fire.

“You okay there sister?” John asked as he settled down in the inside-camp with a freshly killed mole rat being put in a glass dish pan. He only really liked the wild ones, from out of the city. They had fuzzy hides and did not taste as weird. It tasted more like a rabbit to him.

He should get a rabbit soon, as much to share with his tiny companion. As to save the hide and fur for Cassidy and her family back in the library.

John smiled a bit at the jump, before the tiny woman looked up where she was kneeling trying to coax her coal to a life again. She gave a deep breath and nodded, “yeah… yes. I- oh no it went out.”

John set the mole rat and dish aside, shifting to stretch out on his side near but not too close to Cassidy. The ghoul-man’s dark eyes taking in the little camp Cassidy had been starting to set up through the broken cabinet. “What were ya trying to do with the dishes in there, little sister?”

Cassidy sat back, taking a deep breath, sitting on her knees as she looked up at the giant. Grateful he had laid down partly so he was not as towering. She looked down at the once little fire attempt in her bottle cap. Her cheeks flushed, “I was trying to set up a bath… it's been a few days and I feel gross after we crossed that river… you saved me from the mud! But….it's just…”

Cassidy tossed her arms out, waving them to show her normally green and brown dyed clothes were very…. Grey. And she knew she smelled still. “Gross. I was going to try and clean my clothes and… me since you said we would camp so early.”

The giant man tilted his head, blinked those eerier but pretty black eyes before he looked down and took a slow, deep breath. He made a face and then a sheepish look. “I think I got nose blind, eh?”

There was a soft giggle that Cassidy was trying to hold in.

John smiled, his scarring pulling it lopsided to the left. He gave a playful snort. “Can I help?”

He at least found some preserved clothes to change into, in the old building their camp was in. John watched Cassidy look between the cabinets, John himself, and then to the small cooking fire, to him. A massive bonfire to her little self. He could see the moment Cassidy realized that she could ask for some help.

“...can I have some warm water?” Cassidy finally asked, turning back.

John nodded, having no problem with that as he started to sit up. Glancing at the fire and the pot of water on the other side. It was not boiling but just starting to simmer. “What were you wanting to use as a little sister?”

Cassidy looked relieved and sat up, “There's a few bowls and… I think it's a tea cup? One or both I can make use of, for sure.”

John shifted, starting to reach around Cassidy and carefully checked the door of the cabinet. It took a second but the door popped free and squeaked open to show the neat stacks of dishes inside. John could see the miniature camp under one of the wire racks for plates. And bowls. He saw a stack of clothes to the far left.

“Okay, scoot so I can reach things better, Cassidy.” John said as the ghoul started to move closer. Pausing to let his tiny companion pick up the cap and moved to be by the first door opened. Watching with wide eyes as John carefully pried open the other door to the cabinet. Cassidy always looked up at him with that odd wonder as he moved dishes from under the cabinet to the counter above. Like he was the strongest person in the world.

Maybe he was, to her.

It was… an oddly nice feeling.

“I’ll put the plates back before we go,” John explained, as he was testing the wire rack. “This is getting old, but it’ll be fine for the next few days.”

“Days?” Cassidy asked confused as she stood beside the open cabinet to see what John was doing. Backing up as he lowered a cup, more coffee mug, to her level. Cassidy grasped the edge, it was about even with her neck as she rested her hands on the side. “Oh… this would be lovely…”

She would just need a few steps to get in, and maybe something inside. To brace against that while inside of the smooth walls, there should be some nice pebbles for that!

“We’re pretty much at the old mall location,” John said, leaving the mug and then reaching for those cloths to the far left. Finding the best looking of them, setting one beside Cassidy’s little camp area under the wire rack, then paused, “Where do you want the mug once the doors are closed?”

“Beside the support pole?” Cassidy asked, peering in. “That would help me get a hand hold if there’s not some clean pebbles.”

“Pebbles?” John asked, tilting his head.

“I can climb in and out with it dry, and grippy shoes.” Cassidy leaned on the cool, but still large coffee mug, bouncing a bit beside it. Then as she still had her shoes on, the rubber-leather ones. Able to climb up and then sit on the side of the mug, kicking her legs inside the mug as she balanced. She hopped down into the mug, finding it was a little taller on the inside so she could fold her arms comfortably on the edge and look up at John. Having found that sometimes it was a lot easier to show the giant man something then trying to explain it.

“I need steps. And a pebble inside would help me keep my balance. It’s too slick to climb out of without shoes, and it, everything, being wet.” Cassidy paused, realizing she was being stared at, “Are you okay, John?”

“Why,” The man took a breath and sighed before his scarred hands moved to wrap around the mug, hesitating for a moment. With no protest though, he carefully lifted Cassidy up so they could look at eachother better. “Do you have to be so godsdamn cute, little sister?”

Cassidy flushed, not expecting that as she hid her face against the ceramic for a moment. “I can’t be that cute.”

“You really are,” John chuckled as he tapped the side of the cup’s rim. Pausing as a miniscule hand patted his finger tip. “Now, under the rack you wanted?”

Cassidy nodded, still fighting her blush as her mug was set down gently. Shifting as John gently tilted the mug on its side to let her out in the area. But paused as Cassidy moved to tug on his fingers to set the mug solidly on it’s side under the rack, “Yeah, I liked this spot. and this here. Can you set it up?”

“Yes Ma’am.” John drawled, amused but agreeable as he reached for those cloths again. Setting the top one aside and then inspecking the others before moving the coffee mug. A little dust but shaking them to the side he offered one of the smaller wash cloths. “...or, can you use these instead? There's a few.”

Cassidy looked up and came over to his hand, smoothing her own over the clean coth. It really was just a bit of dust that was shaken off. “What is it made of? It's still so soft…”

“It’s one of those pre-war materials. Some were made with… what did Daisy call it…? ‘Synthetic fibers’ that last a long time.” John said as he stretched his legs out, using the tip of his shoe out of sight from Cassidy to nudge the water pot a bit farther away from the fire. “You can find them in hidden spots like here. Just clean them up, shake off dust if any. Good as new.”

“How many are you going to need?” Cassidy wondered, just managing to pull up the washcloth up into her arms. It looked like a large quilt to her frame as she fought a yawn.

“I don’t need more than one of the bigger ones to wash up.” John slipped his hand away and then inspected the rest of the washcloths, at a concerned look up he grinned and added, “I think I saw some old clothes upstairs sister, I can change out of the mud stained stuff. But a full bath is a lot harder for my big ass to do, than for you. Just because I’m stuck cleaning up a little slower, doesn’t mean you can’t get a bath before bed.”

“Are you sure?” Cassidy fussed, putting the cloth into the mug. She looked back and squeaked as her big protector put the stack of washcloths down by her other things. Then flipped one of the bigger cloths over the wire rack to make a tent almost. She saw how John set several aside in the cabinet, keeping a good four for himself. “I feel guilty…”

“No need to, little sister. You can enjoy the advantages of being small on a trip. Now… how about this?” The giant, scarred man sat back a moment to consider all the dishes still in the cabinet. Reaching up to the second shelf that Cassidy has not explored yet. Bringing down something she had only seen in pictures of cooking books. “Would this work better? About the same amount of water but not as much…drowning risk.”

“Is that a… ramekin?” Cassidy marveled once it was set down, she had only seen pictures in books! It was a good two and a half inches deep! Shallower than the mug but it was almost twice as long as she was tall.

“Not sure,” John admitted, looking it over, no cracks at all. It was in great condition like the other dishes, the inside even looked clean, so he was trying not to touch it. “Big enough for you to do all the cleaning stuff?”

“Yes,” Cassidy nodded, she lit up and asked as John was shifting away, “I didn't get up to that table yet, the big one you set your bags, but the box up there? Does it really say candles?”

John glanced over as he hunched by the fire. “It does, good eye sister. Here… this is for you- don't jump in it's still hot. I'll check it out.”

The giant, scarred man set the odd bowl-ramiken thing down on one of the larger cloths. Getting up to walk across the room and checking the box. It looked like a part of supplies someone- likely that skeleton in the bedroom, had tried to gather supplies. Or salvage some?

The cardboard broke just under the light pressure of his fingers, and the plastic under. Yet even he could smell wax, old but still good as far as he could tell. Four larger candles, two medium and the rest of the space of the once box had been filled with those tea-cup candles of different colors. He knew of several pre war ladies who liked them, and Daisy always seemed to buy them from scavengers. About as big as a small bundle of caps, in a tiny tin or aluminum cup.

They were cute.

John tapped the wax, still seemed good. He reached into a pocket to find his familiar lighter, lighting one. Almost dropped it as the wax was not attached to its tin. But after a few seconds he was sure the tea-cup candles would stay lit, John picked up a good handful in his now free left hand before coming back.

“You were right, little sister,” John said, glancing at the still open cabinet, crouching down to place the lit candle down by the tiny camp. Grinning at the just delighted and amazed gasp before he set the others of different colors near. “Candles! But more of them are closer to your size. Daisy calls them tea-cup candles. I think. But that will give enough light for you in there?”

“It's giving so much heat too,” Cassidy marveled, coming over to feel the warmth. Lighting up herself as she took a deep breath, it smelled really good too! She looked at the other candles and then upwards, judging but the cloth above seemed to be safely well out of the range of any danger. With the wire rack- her cloths might dry really well in here!

Cassidy looked up at the large dark eyes of her guardian. “This is amazing John!”

“There's more than enough for you to use here, and we have enough to take back your home.” John grinned as he sat back on his heels, “Gonna close the doors, mostly. Get yourself a bath sister. I'll get dinner and breakfast ready.”

“John?” Cassidy bounced over to the edge of the cabinet as one door was closed and as she motioned as if for him to get closer. Or motioned to his right hand. She caught the larger hand, not at all bothered by the old radiation scars, but wrapped her arms around two of his fingers. Hugging them as tight as she could. “That you John, for taking me with you to get things for the colony. For protecting me from those monsters at the river.”

Oh.

Oh no.

His rad-withered heart was leaking out of his chest.

It took a few seconds for the startled man to get his thoughts together. And flexed his other hand over his chest as if that would keep his heart there let alone his composure. His voice dropped into a low rumble as John dared to rub the pad of his thumb against the tiny young woman's side.

“Oh, don't do that… you're melting what's left of my insides.” The ghoul-man tried to start then face up pretty quick as little eyes looked up at him.

“Affection isn't going to make you combust.”

He hummed, shoulders dropping but kept his hand still while it was captured. “...you're welcome Cassidy. Now get, I still have to skin that molerat.”

“Save the hide? Please?” Cassidy ask as she finally released the large hand and moved back to the warm light of the tea candle while the other cabinet door closed almost all the way like before.

“That was the plan.” John rumbled, moving back to his fire in a big, swallow pan. Something from the once water heater of the next building over. With that on a rug it was as safe as he could do for now. “I think more of your leathery self is melting than just your mushy heart.”

But.

He liked this. Exploring about, and maybe it was also nice to be seen as a friend as well as a protector.

He liked being just John, even if only for a week or two. Not being a scary ghoul. Or The Scary Ghoul Mayor Hancock.

It was also the strangest, and funniest thing getting scolded by someone only three and a half inches too tall for running into a spider web.

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