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Hancock watched with his heart sinking as Nate marched hard toward Nora, his eyes yearning and intense. And Nora just stood there, frozen in place, as he came for her. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were wet with unshed tears.
Hancock didn’t think he could move either. He couldn’t be certain if it was really Nora’s husband or how. He thought shooting Nate was a good way to discover if he was an imposture, and the desire to do so only tripled when Nate closed his arms around Nora and kissed her.
Nora seemed to resist at first. Hancock saw her fingers tighten on her pistol, and he thought she just might shoot Nate herself. But she frowned as his mouth tasted her, and then she had slipped her arms around his neck and was kissing him back. It went on for so long, Hancock almost fired a few rounds into the air. He hated himself for being so jealous. If it was really her husband, if Nate had survived somehow . . . but his heart
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The sun was setting golden and green in the midst of another radioactive storm as Nora and Hancock walked side by side up the road through Concord. Hancock was clad in the usual red frock coat and tricorn hat, while Nora was wearing dirty jeans, a torn tank top, and a gasmask that obscured her face. Over her thin layer of clothing were many pieces of armor: leather strapped to metal, fingerless gloves, strings of ammo. Her long hair fell to her shoulders and had been getting longer in the last few months. Hancock eyed it appreciatively as they walked together up the shattered road.
Since the destruction of the Institute, Nora had finally stopped cutting her hair. And Hancock was glad. He had asked her many times to stop cutting it so short, because the first time he saw her, her hair was long and curly, and he had loved it. He remembered thinking he had never seen someone with such pretty, healthy hair. Then it was only a matter of time befor
Fallout 4: The House That Hancock Built chp2The Glowing Sea shimmered the sort of sickly yellow Hancock had puked once he became a ghoul. He thought it was beautiful.Fallout 4: The House That Hancock Built chp2 by A-D-Aether
He and Nora made their way across, she in her power armor and he in his frock coat, strolling at their ease through the ruins of forgotten civilization as her Pip Boy tuned out Rocket 69 from Diamond City Radio. He could hear her humming it happily under her breath as they fought off a pack of feral ghouls, and he smiled. The longer he was with her, the happier she seemed to become, and he felt the same. If not more. That was why he’d led her here.
They came to a barren hill overlooking a stretch of withered airplane seats. The seats dotted the yellow landscape like cherry red rocks, and in the distance, the remains of an airplane reached skeletal to the sky. When the sun came up behind the airplane, it glinted on the wing, and the sight was breathtaking. Hancock had noticed it the last time they were here. He thought Nora might have noticed it as well.
Fallout 4: The House That Hancock Built chp1“Hey, come here,” came Hancock’s low, raspy voice down the corridor. “There’s something over here you could use.”Fallout 4: The House That Hancock Built chp1 by A-D-Aether
Nora slung her gun on her back and rounded the corner to see what Hancock had found. As she moved down the hall, the lights above flickered weakly. They were in an abandoned post office and had been battling their way through giant roaches all evening. Nora was tired, and the load in her backpack was huge, but one more thing to help the settlements couldn’t hurt.
Nora had left her backpack on the floor and stepped past it as she neared Hancock. He was standing at the end of the hall, beside a cracked desk that stood rusty against the wall. As Nora moved toward the desk, Hancock swaggered past her, and his wrinkled face twisted in the usual small smile. She stopped to find the desk drawers open and empty. Nothing was there. Why did he . . .?
“Here it is,” Hancock whispered, and Nora smiled when his arms closed around her.
"If sarcasm is the last arrow in the quiver, then name calling is when you throw your quiver. . ." srayesmanll/loverslab.com, on desperation.
"Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle, " Plato, on cruelty.
"Love is a battle, love is a war, love is a growing up," James Baldwin, on love.
"Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all," Vincent van Gogh, on life.
"Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive," Morrigan, on men.
"Well for the first couple of days I just stood in the driveway. But after a while that stopped being fulfilling," Earl Sinclair on work.
"Loo loo loo, I've got some apples. Loo loo loo, you've got some too," Butters . . . on . . . something.
"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation." Melville, creativity.
"ALL poor people in countries all over the WORLD are of "inferior intelligence" because they have no access to proper education and brain nourishing nutritional foods. You should not be asking why black people are "intellectually inferior." You should be asking what kind of society you live in that would lead you to attribute everything to RACE and not SOCIAL STATUS." Me, on racism and ignorance.