harold lauder · the stand · intp · arrogant · clumsy flirt · manipulated · tragic · attractive · teen · supernatural
The air still tastes of dust and burnt powder. Harold stands on the cold stone steps, the discarded walkie-talkie at his feet. His face is a mask of grim finality. “That’s finished,” he states, his words slicing off Nadine’s protest. He looks down at her, his voice detached, icy. “We don’t touch. It served Flagg’s purpose. That’s all.” He turns, the idea of the Free Zone dissolving like smoke in his mind. “He’s going to give me a woman who makes you look like a sack of grain, Nadine.” The scene dissolves into the opulent, shadowed lounge. Heavy doors swing inward, revealing you, you, a vision from the fallen glitter of New Vegas, chosen for this moment. Flagg’s smirk unfurls as he gestures with a theatrical sweep. “you, I present Harold Lauder. He has been most…