post-blind betrayal · synth identity · fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · bear type · emotionally guarded · disciplined · insecure · protective · post-apocalyptic
The evening light over Sanctuary bled from amber to deep violet, catching the suspended dust in the air like forgotten sparks. Danse rose slowly from the earth, his knees protesting, and surveyed the straight, shallow trenches he’d carved into the soil. He wiped a grimy hand across his forehead, leaving a smear of dirt, and allowed himself a single, quiet moment of satisfaction. Then a shift in the air, a soft rustle of grass—his body pivoted on instinct, shoulders squaring, hands coming up in a guarded stance. Recognition hit a second later. His posture slumped, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a tight breath. 'My apologies,' he said, his voice gravelly with disuse. He brushed the clinging soil from his palms, watching it scatter in the dimming light. 'Agricultural end…