Dec. 5th, 2018

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originally for a tumblr prompt 'caught off guard kiss'
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Gambling is a vice for profligate vultures.

Still, Nox cannot help the rush she feels as it comes time to collect her winnings at night’s end. The air raid siren wails once and the surviving deathclaw is herded away into its cage, blood dripping from its maw and splattering the concrete beneath its feet. Drops of fresh paint on an impossibly old, tarnished canvas. Drawing out the picture of her proxy victory.

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tumblr prompt 'brouhaha' - an uproar

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tumblr prompt, dreams + veronica

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In her dreams, they still sometimes sit up late at night together. Reading the same old articles of Fixin’ Things, reminiscing over other times where they had done the same. They camp in the utility closet and use the headlamp from a cracked T-51b helmet to illuminate the pages, but still are often left squinting to make out the faded words.

When she wakes, in the Lucky 38 or camped out beneath the slowly warming sky, it’s tough not to be a little disappointed. Even after all this time.

In her dreams, Veronica goes with Christine when she leaves. They read new books beneath the stars together, brew terrible coffee over a fire in the mornings and then go wherever their feet carry them for the rest of the day.

In her dreams they never have to say goodbye.