odarlingofmine

[odarlingofmine]

mysweetbread:

Valen watched her thoughtfully a moment, wondering how such an amiable creature could have gotten this far in such a cruel world. Just a moment he bit the inside of his lip, feeling a tinge of concern over how eager she was to accommodate him, didn’t see that too often and for good reason…

“You’re far too kind.” he offered. “Maybe then, such a darling lady like yourself would be generous enough to walk a crippled man back to his room to fetch his coat.” He managed a half smirk at his own statement. “It’s so far away I might get lost.”

Standing, Darling took a moment to tap the toe of each boot on the ground, the action more pure routine than anything thoughtful. A few steps brought her to her own coat, a dove grey bomber with black, quilted sleeves that was, admittedly, too big on her. The volume of the garment only highlighted just how willowy she was.

With her hair fluffed out from under the collar, she offered Valen her arm in a way that was just dramatic enough to be on the right side of silly.

“Well, when you put it that way I think it’d be rude to let you go on your own. Luckily for you I’m very good with directions, and I seem to have a natural skill when it comes to findin’ my way to your room.”

Darling, Valentine

[odarlingofmine]

motorcycle-noises-and-rocks:

It wasn’t really surprising, there were raiders practically everywhere, but the Courser let out a slow sigh as she came to her feet. If they were up there, and the window was open, they might have heard her fall, not to mention their conversation. Sticking around was definitely something that Cole didn’t want to do.

Looking back down, Cole nodded, then raised a finger to his lips. He started moving slowly along the wall of the building towards the entrance of the alley, making sure she could keep up. Despite being curious why she was scavenging in a raider-laden building, it was something that he could ask once they were a block or more away, and out of earshot of angry people with guns.

Getting out of the area was something Darling was more than willing to do. She could hear the sound of movement getting louder, and she was in no position to try and fight raiders. Besides that, she didn’t want her foolish mistake to get someone else in trouble.

Sucking in a breath through her teeth, she steeled herself and began hobbling forward. She was careful as she limped along, doing her best to move fast without hurting herself any more than she already had. As they moved from the building, she kept stealing glances back towards it, her hands nervously shifting in her jacket pockets.

Though tempted to strike up conversation, she remained silent save for the crunch of ice under her shoes and her steady soft breathing that frothed from parted lips. She thought, for a moment, she saw someone come around the corner once they were a few buildings away, but after a cursory look they vanished back behind a wall and out of her view.

[odarlingofmine]

//If I owe you, or you wanna plot, like or comment.

[odarlingofmine]

SENTENCE STARTERS | RISE OF THE TOMB RAIDER

❝ No amount of money is going to get us through these mountains… ❞ ❝ You’re almost there! Wait until you see this view! ❞ ❝ Even if we don’t find anything up here, you should still be proud! ❞ ❝ Shit, you’re gonna give me a heart attack! Are you ok? ❞   ❝ Do you really think we’ll find this lost city? ❞ ❝ If I was going to hide a lost city, this might just be the godforsaken place I’d do it. ❞   ❝ We’re close to something big…I can feel it! ❞ ❝ Let’s take this slow and steady, just stay with me! ❞ ❝ Holy shit! I don’t think I can make that jump… ❞ ❝ I can’t hold you! The rope is slipping! ❞ ❝ I saw…something…Something that I can’t explain. ❞ ❝ Don’t go down this road…You know where it leads. ❞ ❝ We’re heading into a war zone now…You’d better be sure about this. ❞ ❝ You’re wasting your time. There’s nothing out here. ❞ ❝ They’re already here! We’ve got to get inside! ❞ ❝ How stunning…We made it! ❞ ❝ You’re a smart woman/man…I suspect you already know who I am. ❞ ❝ What the hell is going on here!? You’re starting to scare me… ❞ ❝ I’ve lost too many friends! I don’t want to lose you too! ❞ ❝ If this treasure is real, we’ve got to find it first! ❞ ❝ I wish this pain wasn’t so familiar… ❞   ❝ Refusing to use the door again, I see… ❞ ❝ Well, I’ve decided that I should be your assistant! ❞ ❝ There’s nobody I’d rather have by my side than you. ❞ ❝ Too cramped to fight…We need to draw that thing out. ❞ ❝ I killed those people to survive. I suspect you did too. ❞ ❝ If I see you again, I’ll put an arrow in your throat. ❞ ❝ Let’s hope the old proverb about the “enemy of my enemy” still holds true. ❞ ❝ You were to be my eyes…I expected you to see. ❞ ❝ You must know what is at stake with this operation. ❞ ❝ It doesn’t have to be this way. We seek the same thing. ❞ ❝ You want a purpose in your life? I can provide that. ❞ ❝ You and I, we can still be on the same side of history. Think about it. ❞ ❝ Sorry, but I’m not feeling particularly trusting right now… ❞ ❝ Careful! We don’t want to attract attention. ❞ ❝ I cannot wait to leave this frozen hell! ❞ ❝ Life has not been kind to either of us, but I swore I’d always protect you. ❞ ❝ I promise you, all of this will be worth it in the end. ❞ ❝ So, what makes you risk so much just to come here? ❞ ❝ We seem to be making a habit of saving each other. ❞ ❝ You’re certainly resilient, I’ll give you that. ❞ ❝ I can see you mean well, but good intentions won’t keep you alive out here. ❞ ❝ Lay down your weapons or you will be shot! ❞   ❝ I’ve come so far…I’ve endured so much… ❞ ❝ I’ll beat you until you stop breathing, and then the next guy will tell me what I want to know. ❞ ❝ I’m glad to have you as an ally…For now. ❞ ❝ I fear this battle is far from over… ❞ ❝ You spilled blood for us…I want to help. ❞  ❝ Your people have been through so much, yet you continue to fight… ❞ ❝ Kill an unarmed woman/man? Cold even for you… ❞ ❝ Reconsider my offer! Before it’s too late! ❞ ❝ I can’t leave you out here alone! ❞   ❝ I almost lost you once…I’m not going to lose you again! ❞ ❝ I’ll make them see that you were right all along. I promise. ❞   ❝ Are you aware of what we’re going to face? ❞ ❝ Your loyalty is strong…I admire you. ❞ ❝ Even my patience has limits…Tell me what you know. Now! ❞ ❝ I am so sorry for getting you into this mess… ❞ ❝ If there’s nothing more you can do, get to someplace safe. ❞ ❝ We survive together, or we die alone. Now let’s go! ❞ ❝ The enemy’s too fast! We’ll never hit him! ❞ ❝ You have no weapons, no allies, and no hope! ❞ ❝ This place will become your tomb! ❞ ❝ You’re stronger than your father ever was! ❞ ❝ Your father begged for his life, and when that didn’t work, he begged for yours! ❞ ❝ In all my years, I’ve met few as extraordinary as you. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry…All I wanted was to make a difference… ❞  

[odarlingofmine]

//Before he settled down, Darling’s pop was a professional Deathclaw exterminator.

[odarlingofmine]

Ask my muse increasingly personal questions. See how far you can push them.

[odarlingofmine]

mysweetbread:

“You see…” he began, his voice beginning with a wary inflection but he continued steadily. “I do a lot of walkin in these parts; had a steed a while back but uh, she got away from me and I lost her earlier this year.” Then he shifted in his chair and reached to fetch his cane that he had laid on the floor then put forth a bit of effort to pull himself onto his feet. He managed to smile through the veil of discomfort on his face.

“I got a bad leg,” he then abruptly confessed, “And it’s a sonova bitch to get around sometimes when it’s actin up- ‘specially after a healthy day’s walk.” Now shifting his weight onto that cane in his right hand he watched her lace up her boots.

“I’d be more than willing to pay for your drinks and even a meal if you’d be kind enough to take your hands and work this poor leg-” then he quickly added, “If you’d rather not, I won’t take offense- but it’s hard to find someone willing who ain’t tryin ta be a sadist in the process.”

“You look like you got strong enough hands for it… Figure I’d ask since you’re making me walk all the way out there just to enjoy my company,” he then said, his smile evident in the sound of his voice.

She blinked, processing the information. It was an odd request at face value, but after considering it for a moment she supposed it made sense. She’d seen enough wounds to know how injuries could act up, how debilitating chronic pain like that could be.

And his smile, well, that made her all the more willing to lend a hand.

“Oh that’s no problem at all. I like to think I’m somethin’ of a medic anyway, so I’m more than happy to help out.” And she meant it. Finishing off her boot, she waved a hand dismissively, “And you don’t have to pay me anything in return. Taking money for helpin’ people with something like this just seems wrong. Besides, with all the walking I’ve made you do, I suppose I owe it to you.”

Darling, Valentine

[odarlingofmine]

mysweetbread:

Slowly, his eyes drifted up to meet with her bright and expectant pair. He nearly stared a moment, as if he were at a loss for words, but a thoughtfulness washed across his face and he offered a small nod of acknowledgment. So she was thirsty, well he was always thirsty- maybe a drink would slake that urge. Just briefly he glanced down at his knees, then back to Darling.

“Sure,” he agreed, “I’ll just drop by my room and grab my coat, then we can get some drinks… if- you’re willin  te make a deal with me.” That thin smiled appeared, something of a mischievous quality, “Nothin too major, at least I hope it aint.”

A brow quirked up. She wasn’t sure what to make of what he’d said, wasn’t sure what to expect. She didn’t even know what he could ask of her, it wasn’t like she had much to offer up. The playful twist to his smile, however, made her curious to see what he had in mind. She was confident it couldn’t be too bad. He’d been so nice to her.

“Well now that depends, now doesn’t it? What kind of a deal are you lookin’ to make?” 

Already she had reached for her shoes, undoing the laces of her old, worn boots with a lazy familiarity.

Darling, Valentine

[odarlingofmine]

motorcycle-noises-and-rocks:

Cole shuffled a couple steps closer to the woman as she collapsed, dropping down to a knee in the snow. His hand was held out halfway between them, open, an offer of assistance if she decided to take it. His attention, however was more on the faint sound that his ears caught coming out of a window two floors up. Whether it was footsteps, a pest moving, or anything else, he couldn’t tell, but there did seem to be something moving somewhere in the building.

“Is there anyone in there?” he asked her, eyes turned up towards the window.

Trying to keep a brave face didn’t exactly work for Darling. The pain was more than clear in her grimace, though her eyes were thankful as she reached to take his hand. With a bit of assistance, she pulled herself up once more and balanced on her good ankle, letting the other food lightly rest on the snow.

She glanced back to the building once more, and this time, she spoke a little faster.

“Um, yeah. I was scavenging, you see, and stumbled upon some raiders setting up camp in there. I don’t know if they saw me, I got out as quietly as I could after that but- well I don’t think we should stick around long.”

[odarlingofmine]

mojavecyclops:

Wild dogs may have bad attitudes and think with their stomachs first, but luckily they knew when something wasn’t going their way.

After one caught Sergio’s bullet they were already starting to waiver, but the other gunshot was enough to send what was left of them the other way, tails between legs as they scurried away. Good riddance, lousy mongrels weren’t worth the bullets. There was still the matter of that second gun, though.

He nearly flinched when he saw that hair of pink, thankfully it wasn’t the pink head he dreaded it was - This one didn’t have a tacky eyepatch. 

“I’m fine, thanks for the help.” The cyclops replied, his own revolver lowered but not hostered. Not until he saw what this girl would do next.

There was a beat before she smiled.

“Oh good. Dog bites can be deadlier than you’d think- lots of infections and the like.” She waved a hand flippantly as she put her gun back in her shoulder holster. “And it’s not a problem, I’m more than glad to lend a hand when someone needs it.”

He had lowered his gun, and that seemed to be more than enough to allow Darling to approach. She fussed with the zipper of her jacket as she moved forward, finally zipping it with one smooth motion to hide her gun and keep out the cold.

“Where are you headin’? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

[odarlingofmine]

“You look familiar, have we met before?” (from vinnysouther)

@vinnysouther

Darling blinked, chewing on her bottom lip as grey eyes moved over his face, trying to place his features. He was right, there was a familiarity there, though she couldn’t place where it was from. That didn’t really seem to matter, though. She still smiled, a single dimple punctuating the warmth.

“I’m not sure, I’ve been runnin’ into a lot of people lately so my memory might be a lil’ fuzzy. But if we haven’t met I’m pretty sure we can fix that.” She held out a hand, small old scars telling of a life of work. “I’m Darling.”

[odarlingofmine]

motorcycle-noises-and-rocks:

There was a short trail in the shallow snow where Cole had skidded to a stop, rounding the corner quickly after hearing what sounded like someone falling. That impacting sound of a body hitting dirt always put him on edge, after the incident with that Gunner, and… well, his own personal experience. He stayed a good few feet away from the woman, hands out in some attempt at a calming gesture as he glanced over her for any obvious signs of broken appendages.

“That’s… that’s good,” he said, voice less urgent, though a look of concern still held behind his sunglasses. “Can you stand?” It didn’t appear that she was armed, which at least meant that he likely wasn’t going to get shot at, but a vague, tense feeling kept his nerves high. Raiders had used people in ‘trouble’ as bait before, and the idea that he might be standing around for a repeat of the hardware store didn’t give him any comfort. Nervously, he shot a glance further down the alley as he waited to make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt.

Once she was sure she could sit up on her own, Darling took a moment to fix herself. She smoothed the stray pink hairs back towards her now sad ponytail the best she could and fussed with the  straps of her backpack, readjusting the weight that had been thrown off in the tumble. Really, she just wanted a moment to breathe.

She looked back to the stranger, watching how he looked around, and it took her a moment to realize that he was checking for danger. Considering she had just been avoiding raiders in the building she had escaped, that wasn’t a bad idea.

Bracing a hand on her knee, she pushed herself up. 

“Yeah I think I’m-” her sentence faltered as she toppled forward, her ankle giving out under her as pain jolted up through her bones like lighting. She caught herself on her hands, and a soft, pained wheeze finished her sentence for her.

[odarlingofmine]

“Are you alright?!”

It had been a bit of bad luck. The escape ladder she’d been quickly working her way down groaned like an ancient beast when a gust of ice wind caught it, but it wasn’t the shaking that made her fall, it was the ice. Her shoe hit it without warning and Darling slipped, blindly grasping for a rung.

Her fingers caught the cold metal of t he last rung, stopping her free-fall and jerking her shoulder painfully. She sucked in a breath of air that stung her lungs and just as she was about to reach to pull herself up, the metal gave way.

She fell the final feet, landing in a heap on the broken ground. She hadn’t even had the chance to scream.

Groaning meekly, she let herself lie there, gathering her broken thoughts and letting the pain radiate through her bones. All the while, her travel radio still played softly. However, she wasn’t there for long. Someone was speaking, approaching.

Pushing a raw, cold hand on the ground she made herself sit up. She hurt.

“Yeah I-I think I’m good. Nothin’s broken, well, I don’t think at least.”

[odarlingofmine]

First Meeting / Icebreakers

ineedtherpmesmes:

“Hi, I’m ______.”

“Oh fuck! Are you okay?”

“Crap! Sorry about that! Wasn’t looking where I was going. Here, I’ll get you a new jacket…”

“Need a ride?”

“How are you?”

“Seems like we’re gonna be stuck on this train for an extra three hours.”

“What’s your name?”

“Thank you.”

“You just saved my life!”

“Move the fuck out of my way.”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Asshole.”

“Would you like anything?”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?”

“Uh, that’s my spot.”

“Oh, God, sorry! Let me buy you a new one.”

“Is that your dog? He is so CUTE!”

“Here, take my seat. You look tired.”

“Checking in?”

“Can I sit here?”

“May I buy you a drink?”

“I can spot you, if you want.”

“How’d you even get stuck in a locker, anyway?”

“Can you turn it down?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“Hi, I’m your new roommate.”

“I think I found your dog. Is he yours?”

“You look cold, take my jacket.”

“Hey, I think the mailman gave me your mail by mistake? [Name], right?”

“You’ve had a guy/girl over every night this week! And you’re really loud! You know how I know? I know because I live below you!”

“So, your kid apparently punched my kid in the face.”

“Bride or groom?”

“Can you switch seats with me? I can’t see!”

“Okay, look, if you’re gonna be airsick, aim the other way.”

“[Sir/Ma'am], if you don’t stop being rude to me, I’m going to give you decaf.”

“Don’t drink that! I saw some guy slip something in there.”

“Hey, is he bothering you?”

“Don’t give up your day job.”

“…Dude, your fly’s down.”

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“I’m [muse’s child]’s teacher.”

“[Muse’s child/younger sibling] was in my yard again!”

“Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!”

“YOUR STUPID MUTT RIPPED UP MY YARD AGAIN!”

“SHUT UP. And learn to stay on key.”

“Good Evening/Afternoon/Morning/Day/Night.”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Is this seat taken?”

“Here you dropped this.”

“You remind me of someone.”

“Will you be taking this?”

“May I take your order?”

“How are you?”

“You look familiar, have we met before?”

“Be careful next time.”

“Hey, could you help me?”

“Help me!”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Are you alright?!”

“I know we’ve never met, but I think you’re beautiful.”

“I think I may have seen you before…”

“Hey! Watch it!”

“Oh my god are you okay?”

“Have we met…?”

“Were you at that one party?”

“Remember me?”

“I know you don’t know me but I love your shirt.”

“Quick, pretend to look like you’re talking to me.”

“Hey, is that your dog?”

“Service takes forever here.”

“Don’t mean to sound cliche, but do you come here often?”

“I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”

“This is gonna be a long plane ride.”

“Can you turn that music down?”

“People are trying to sleep!”

“I’m your new neighbour.”

“Is that who I think it is?”

“Be quiet!”

“Is that your son/daughter?”

“I’ve read about you.“ 

[odarlingofmine]

mysweetbread:

Those eyes that had been attentively watching her offered a small squint, certain he had picked up a mischievous inflection in the way she imparted a couple phrases. He did smile a bit at that and stretched out his legs so he could cross them at the ankles, the right over the left. Then he continued with the conversation, sure there would be another opportunity to encourage such a game of wits…

“Oh, well I’ve been playing since I was a boy. My mama was the one who taught me, the violin I got was hers. My most cherished possession…” Then he let out a tense breath as he reflected on a memory or two. “There have been a time or more where someone threatened to snatch it right out my hands… That violin is probably the only thing I got worth killin a man over.”

Something almost empathetic crossed her face as she watched him, hearing the difference in his breath.There was something there, more of a story, but there was always more of a story, and it wasn’t her business to go poking where she wasn’t needed. Well, not with people, anyway.

“I don’t blame you, instruments like that are beautiful and too hard to find. It’s nice that you still have it, bet there are a lot of memories there.”

That tenderness lingered for a moment, then, Darling took a breath. She sat up and that almost serene somberness lifting with her.  Hands placed on her knees, the new idea that had tripped into her mind was almost visible.

“Do you wanna go grab a drink with me? I like chattin’ with you, but I’m feeling a bit parched."

Darling, Valentine

[odarlingofmine]

//Darling actually doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. She enjoys the occasional treat when she can have it, but it’s never something she craves.

Spicy food, on the other hand, is a different story.

[odarlingofmine]

mysweetbread:

There was a soft smile offered to Darling, something submissive to the fact that he really wasn’t going anywhere else for a while. “I think here in Boston is my last destination for a while. It’s been a long run across this great expanse and I just ain’t got the energy.”

Then he leaned back into the chair and folded his hands on his lap. “You said you were tryin ta get ta Diamond City? I been there a few times, it ain’t an easy trip though, so once I get there I stay there for a while.”

“I’ll probably be here a while before I start headin up that way again. Music only makes so many caps in one place before the well dries up, gatta keep movin around. Fortunately, they ain’t got many fiddlers around here so it ain’t hard to charm a crowd.” Then he quickly added, “You like music, Miss Darling? ‘Cause I can play for hours…”

“Oh I love music.” She nodded her head back towards the travel radio on the bedside table. The machine was still playing some old romantic song as a whisper, filling in the gaps of their conversation. “I’m not anything close to a musician myself but, well, I don’t think I could go a day without listenin’ to it or singing to myself if you tried to make me.”

She dropped her leg down, leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees. Her fingers blindly found a stray thread on the seam of her jeans and idly twisted at it.

“I knew a guy who played the fiddle once, you must have some pretty talented hands to play an instrument like that for hours.” There was just enough of a hint of flirtation, something cheeky that  slipped away with her next question. “How long have you been playin’ for?”

Darling, Valentine