Tag: fallout au

“Oh, look! Full moon tonight!” // hello!

Carlos felt unsettled by that, for some reason. He frowned and he drew his gaze toward the horizon where the moon was, indeed, starting to peek through the dark and dirty clouds. Just looking at it he felt sick and fatigued.

Carlos stood up from his spot by the fire. “I’m gonna turn in,” he mumbled. Though he didn’t think anyone else would care – hardly anyone knew anybody in this hastily put-together caravan of theirs. He grabbed his packs and carried it with him toward one of the buildings they had set up next to – it was a half-destroyed house, where the back end of it had collapsed into the ravine behind it.

With every step, the sickness seemed to grow and make him a little antsy, and he felt like his skin was crawling and just incredibly itchy. He hoped a good night’s rest would help him relax and feel better.

❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞

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[ SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ). ] 

“You are my friend, Carlos and you are injured. It is not a matter of ‘having’ to but wanting you not to be in more pain than you have to be. I am strong enough. Hold onto me and we can cross the river.”

In spite of Carlos’ gut reaction, he really couldn’t argue with that. He held onto his bag with one hand, trying to keep the strap up closer to his neck so that his injured shoulder didn’t get too much of the weight on it. With his other hand he reached out to grip Standing Bear’s offered arm.

“I feel like an old woman,” Carlos joked with a slight smile on his face.

distantpagesandpapercuts:

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Carlos let go of his collar and shrugged slightly. “It’s… it’s been a while,” he said. “Honestly, I haven’t been keeping track.”

Except he had been. He knew exactly what day it was that he had been sent out. He just didn’t acknowledge it verbally because… well, it just depressed him, to say the very least.

Kira nods in belief, not noticing any discomfort that Carlos may have conveyed.

“I see. Well, I am at least glad to have you here to bring me books. Even if it’s mostly based on the fact you’ll be compensated. You’ve brought me some good ones. Ones I wouldn’t have been able to read where I come from either. I know what it’s like to have thinks limited and prohibited.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say that I didn’t like seeing you happy with the books,” Carlos told her, a smile growing on his face again. “Friends like to see friends happy… or is that a cultural difference that I”m missing?” He then looked at her. “Where are you from? If… I mean, if you’re okay with me asking.”

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Carlos smiled a little wryly. “What, the Pip-boy didn’t tip you off?” he asked. “Yeah, uh, I’m from Vault 105. I’m actually wearing my vault suit under my flannel shirt here…” He reached up pull back the collars of both his labcoat and flannel to shown the Vault-Boy Blue. “I layer because it’s kinda cold in the Commonwealth.”

“I guess I’ve just never really noticed it.” Kira says, glancing down to his side at the bulky wrist wear. She wasn’t a very observant person a lot of the time, how embarrassing.

His revelation of the blue under his clothes made her smile widely, it was like he was undercover. How mysterious.

“How strange. From Vault 105 you say?” She recalls just what the experiment was on that particular vault. “That’s a ways away Carlos. How long have you been gone?”

Carlos let go of his collar and shrugged slightly. “It’s… it’s been a while,” he said. “Honestly, I haven’t been keeping track.”

Except he had been. He knew exactly what day it was that he had been sent out. He just didn’t acknowledge it verbally because… well, it just depressed him, to say the very least.

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Carlos gave her a small smile back. “Yeah. I, uh… wasn’t aware of how ‘sheltered’ the media back in the vault was. So… it’s been interesting.”

“You’re from a vault? I never knew that.” Kira puts her hands on her hips, looking him over. Though, now his shyness made alot more sense.

“What vault you from Carlos?”

Carlos smiled a little wryly. “What, the Pip-boy didn’t tip you off?” he asked. “Yeah, uh, I’m from Vault 105. I’m actually wearing my vault suit under my flannel shirt here…” He reached up pull back the collars of both his labcoat and flannel to shown the Vault-Boy Blue. “I layer because it’s kinda cold in the Commonwealth.”

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@the-perfect-scientist Continued from here.

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“Well, it helps that you pay me,” Carlos joked with a chuckle. “But really, I do appreciate that there’s someone who values old-world knowledge. And when I do find them, I have something new to read when I have some down time myself, so… yeah.

Kira smiles, “That is true. I’m sure that’s a decent incentive…”

Though he seemed appreciative of her ‘hoarding’. Most people found it ‘peculiar’ or ‘messy’. As if collecting them was merely a waste of space.

“I’m glad that you take the time to read them before you bring them to me. At least I know the condition is mostly readable at best.”

Carlos gave her a small smile back. “Yeah. I, uh… wasn’t aware of how ‘sheltered’ the media back in the vault was. So… it’s been interesting.”

The smell of aged paper reminds Carlos of Kira. Any sort of paper really, because when he smells it he instantly wonders ‘Is this a salvagable book? Will Kira like it?’

distantpagesandpapercuts:

Tell my muse what scents yours associates with them.

((That’s so sweet. ❤ Kira for sure smells like old dusty books.))

“That’s not surprising, I hoard large amounts of old books in my home. No doubt that it has clung to me. It’s really nice to know that you think about bringing them to me or not and everything though.”

“Well, it helps that you pay me,” Carlos joked with a chuckle. “But really, I do appreciate that there’s someone who values old-world knowledge. And when I do find them, I have something new to read when I have some down time myself, so… yeah.”

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Carlos watched Hancock take the Addictol. He took it like he was huffing Jet. Did he already forget what it was that Carlos got him? He reached to take the inhaler and ensure that it was empty when Hancock had looked at him.

Carlos felt a pang of guilt in his chest. Hancock was like this because of him. Obviously. This had Carlos wondering, again, if they should stay together in the long-term if he was going to just be a source of pain for Hancock.

But he really couldn’t make that decision now.

“I… I’ll stay with you, Han,” Carlos said. He took Hancock’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m going to help you feel better. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

It wasn’t Carlos so much as Hancock’s own damage that had caused this. The scientist’s initial reaction to things had been reasonable but the ghoul tended to be oversensitive about certain things, particularly when it came to what his boyfriend thought about his….. anatomy. It was a difficult situation for Carlos to win in the first place.

“Thank you.” The ghoul croaked, eyes beginning to water again. He pulled Carlos in, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling himself up to hug the other man clumsily.

“‘M sorry….” Hancock breathed, a slight whimper in his voice. “I’m sorry I fucked up, I won’t do it again…..”

Carlos was a little slow to return the hug, but he did when he feared
that Hancock might lose his grip and fall somehow. Also, Hancock looked
so incredibly vulnerable… Carlos’ heart was hurting just from seeing
the tears. Hancock didn’t ever cry. Carlos felt like a monster for
making him cry, and he also felt like crying himself.

Carlos took in a shuddering breath – oh, he really did feel like crying! He breathed again, trying to even it out so he could speak.

“Hancock…
it’s o-okay,” Carlos told him softly. “You’ll be okay. We got some
medicine in you… I’ll get this place cleaned up, and with some rest
you’ll be just fine.”

Carlos supposed he should have been mad
about the substance binge, but he realized that really he was just
scared. He wanted Hancock to be well again. That’s all he wanted.

selfmedicatingmayor:

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Carlos got up after him and followed, reaching ahead to take his hand.

“’And here, we see the Big Goof herding her young Goof to the nest’,” Carlos narrated, grinning cheekily. “’There they will get some much needed rest and bask in each other’s company. Tomorrow is a new day.’”

Hancock let out another snort and rolled his eyes as he tugged Carlos forward to make his way across the hall to the bedroom. “Now which one of us exactly is the young goof? Last I checked, this was my ‘nest’ but you’re older, ain’t ya?”

“I think so,” Carlos said. “I’m 35. Also, you were the ‘young goof’ because you already named me Big Goof. So there.” Carlos grinned as they went into the bedroom and he shut the door behind them. He reached to undo the clasp on his Pip-boy so he could put it down.