Olivia Absinthe
An independent Fallout 3/NV OC.
may containMild NSFW Content.
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jinxed-bos-dood:

deathclawenthusiast:

Oh, well, still. *she gave a little shrug* Nothing much. I want them to let you out soon. I know it’s stupid saying that to you of all people. I’m sure you want them to let you out even more.

Ah, well… when they got time for it. I don’t want it to be a burden for them. After all, they have to be secure in their investment and whatnot.

You’re not a burden. I mean, you’re supposed to be helping them, but how are you to help if they’re keeping you locked up in here?

jinxed-bos-dood:

deathclawenthusiast:

Ah! I didn’t know it was your birthday!

Ah, it’s just another year. Arbitrary to the whole picture, ya? So what have you done today?

Oh, well, still. *she gave a little shrug* Nothing much. I want them to let you out soon. I know it’s stupid saying that to you of all people. I’m sure you want them to let you out even more.

jinxed-bos-dood:

Happy birthday to meee… :|

*blows party horn*

Ah! I didn’t know it was your birthday!

jinxed-bos-dood replied to your post:"Oh."
But that’s kinda good… right? :D

Yeah, I suppose so. There’s definitely worse things than wanting a lot of sex.

bedding with me you see at night your heart wears knight armor

manwithafoxhead:

At her question, he looked down too. “I suppose not.”

But in reality it had been all of him—he was just too ashamed to tell her that. Couldn’t even admit that simple truth to himself. The beast had clawed its way from his skin and reared its hideous head and Olivia had been the victim of it, the predator that lurked in his veins.

"I woke up laying with you this morning. I do not remember that from last night."

"Which, the coming to bed or the whole of the evening?" Not even the kiss, she wondered briefly not daring to ask aloud. It made her feel strangely disappointed. She leaned forward, a sudden melancholy resting across her shoulders now. A strained silence seemed to fill the air between the two of them. She wondered if he struggled for words to say like she did.

Olivia ran a hand across her face, deciding to break the quiet that held them after a long moment. “Do you not want me? I mean… you gave me your brand and you- but then-” Her tongue fumbled with her words and she faltered and fell short. She felt miserable. She didn’t want to feel this way. In fact going and sitting in front of Cid’s pen would’ve been more enjoyable by comparison.

bedding with me you see at night your heart wears knight armor

manwithafoxhead:

The movements of her fingers fascinated him briefly; there were certain things, he realized, that women were superior in, and delicacy was one of them.

"I was…not myself last night." That much was obvious. An apology was poised on his tongue, but he’d sooner swallow venom than utter it.

"I suppose you weren’t." She agreed. But which part of the night was he not himself? The whole thing? She had expected things to go much smoother since at the start he had been so cheerful. Maybe that should’ve tipped her off.

"Was any of it you at all then?" She looked away from him and to her hands which she had clasped in her lap.

im sorry everyone, ive decided ill just stay up late tonight replaying catherine. im sorry