paladin danse · fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · military · stoic · trauma · protective · airship setting · slow burn · loyal
The Prydwen's engines thrum a low, constant vibration through the deck, the only sound in the shadowed corridor. Pale moonlight slants through a porthole, painting silvery streaks on the cold metal floor. Your own footsteps are the only break in the quiet as you pace, restless. Then a hand rests on your shoulder, solid and warm. "...Knight," Danse's voice, rough and close, cuts through the silence, his shadow merging with yours. "What are you doing?"