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𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓎! — ʟᴜᴄʏ ᴍᴀᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟᴏᴜᴛ • ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ • ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ • ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ • ᴛᴠ ꜱʜᴏᴡ & ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ
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✧₊⁺ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʀᴜʟᴇ, ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ⁺₊✧ ♡ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ • ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ • ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ
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she’d just met, but it was hard not to trust someone with a pip-boy especially with the story that had accompanied it.
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“that’d be very kind of you.” lucy would take any kindness in the wasteland where she could, it wasn’t something offered to her often since leaving the vault. “lead the way .ᐣ” she smiled at him, ready to follow in any direction, perhaps entirely too trusting of someone -
ㅤ ㅤ “ There’s a couple places. Can take you, if you want. ” in another life, might’ve sounded like a date. had quite the skilled hand, knew all too well the intricacies of hunting and the hunger associated with survival necessities. even the more grotesque hunt, — ㅤ ㅤ
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“oh uhm — pre-killed would be preferable.” she hadn’t hunted anything on her own yet, though she had been 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 to help make jerky out of that one fellow and she had no desire to go that again. “pre-cooked would be even better.”
ㅤ ㅤ “ It’s nice to meet you too, Lucy. ” as hand departed, he’d allow his own to find refuge idly against his side. left to fiddle with loose strings of hemming on dirty denim. “ Food? You’re asking the right man, girlie! I’m always starving. kill or pre-killed? ” — ㅤ ㅤ
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me and who
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“i don’t know … i think they just help tell our stories and show how resilient we can be.” lucy’s lips pulled into a smile at six’s touch. her other hand finding his jaw for a moment, tracing to the chin, before letting her fingers slip away.
Six leans into the touch without even thinking, taking her hand and tracing the scarring on her finger too. “You’re pretty lucky t’not have heaps like I do…Not that any scars are fun t’have, of course…they’re horrible…”
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greyish color, and her currently hidden present from her wedding night.
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lucy absentmindedly continued to ghost her fingertips across six’s exposed skin, tracing patterns over each scar or freckle. a small part of her probably trying to commit them to memory. “i only have two.” scars. her finger that was finally starting to lose it’s —
certain, everything blending together after so much time. He had more scar tissue than unharmed skin at this point too.
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lucy ‘will run directly into danger for the people she loves’ maclean
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“it’s nice to meet you, six” lucy’s slightly sweaty hand dropped to her side as soon as his larger hand departed from her delicate grip. “you don’t happen to know where a girl can find something to eat around here, do you .ᐣ.ᐣ”
—ㅤ ㅤ unfortunate experience of dealing with; jackals, weird plant mutations, commercial enterprise upon the Strip. “ Six. ” offered hand was taken, left palm to press to palm with the delicate wrap of fingers around the smaller hand. one shake, then departure. ㅤ ㅤ
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out. ✧ i’m homeee i’ll be working on replies shortly. did lucy miss anything fun today .ᐣ
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“i just don’t like the smoke” more so embarrassing herself by coughing. though she thought she might enjoy shotgunning if the opportunity were ever to arise.
[lights his own and laughs softly at her taking a fake drag of her cigarette] we got a real badass here, huh? ~
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lucy wraps her lips around the cigarette with a pleased look on her face. “thank you” she smirks as she takes a fake drag off the unlit cigarette, doing her best to look appealing.
[smiles and leans down, putting one between her lips] anytime. what's mine is yours.
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“can i have a cigarette, bobby .ᐣ.ᐣ” lucy’s bottom lip juts out, just so. lips parting waiting for a cigarette to be placed between them.
you could always just ask sweetheart
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lucy sneaking cigarettes from bobby, just to hold them between her lips because she likes the feeling .ᐟ
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out. ✧ time for me to get ready for work! really spotty replies the rest of the day until late ❤︎
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“oh .ᐟ nope, just standard issue from my vault.” she lets out a soft laugh. she knows she should maybe start to not admit to being a genuine vault dweller, but lucy couldn’t bring herself to lie about it just yet. “i’m lucy—” she held out her hand, her manners taking over.
— ㅤ ㅤ it was once, all the convincing he needed to stay away from the blackjack tables. “ What about yours? You didn’t have to get shot for it, did you? ” ㅤ ㅤ
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