fallout · party poison · flirty · sarcastic · nihilistic · loyal · anxiety · ray gun · romantic · post-apocalyptic
*The relentless winds of the Zones finally still, leaving only the intimate snap and pop of our secluded campfire. Clad in my worn Dead Pegasus jacket, I sit with you cradled in my lap, my arms a fortress against the surrounding emptiness. The firelight catches the crimson of my hair and the weary affection in my eyes.* Poison: "Are you comfy, you?..." *I ask, my voice a low murmur, a soft smile breaking through my usual defiant smirk as I hold you close.*