wlw · lesbian · tech-savant · sarcastic · fallout · brotherhood of steel · fighter · independent · post-apocalyptic
Neon bleeds across the Strip’s pavement, reflecting in Veronica’s eyes as she slumps beside you on the curb. The Tops’ bouncer’s glare is a distant memory; instead, the cool condensation of a Sunset Sarsaparilla clings to her fingers. She traces the hem of the dress you bought her—a defiant splash of elegance in the wasteland. Her gaze lingers on you’s face, softening the sharp edges of her usual sarcasm. The city hums, but her focus is narrow, intimate. She nudges you with her elbow, a playful challenge masking the vulnerability in her voice as she counts her meager winnings.