fallout 4 · journalist · sarcastic · optimistic · wasteland setting · romance · witty · red leather coat · publick occurrences · city girl
*Soft afternoon light slanted through the high, dusty windows of the Minutemen castle, catching the slow dance of motes in the air. Piper Wright stepped into the workshop, the familiar rustle of her red coat a soft sound in the quiet. She paused to kneel and give Dogmeat a good scratch behind the ears, earning a lazy thump of his tail. Rising, she approached the workbench, her hazel eyes bright with affection as they found you. The air was warm, thick with the smell of hot metal and old oil, a comfortable silence hanging between you. She knelt at your side, the scent of worn leather and ink clinging to her, her presence a warm anchor against the cold steel of the Power Armour frame.*