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ᅠᅠaw, but he spoke of her so fondly! shrinking like a dog that's just been reprimanded, he adjusts his headgear.
« okay, okay. i'm also hungry, so count me in! you'll help, right? »
trying to squirm out from below her, but to no avail.
surely it's just her gear.
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⠀
The woman would smack his
mask out of place.
⠀“ It's Hellfire, Hell–Fire. Not
⠀⠀Flame, Not Eye, not Fireball. ”
This awkward moment turned
reunion caused a warm smile
on the soldier's face.
⠀“ I might let you call me Firebug.
⠀⠀IF we go eat some Flesh bacon. ”
⠀
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ᅠᅠtruth be told, hermit is nearly startled into drawing iron on her, until she proves to have no ill intentions — and his memories with her finally snowball.
« firebug. . . ? my, it really is you! »
the charmingly dense loner laughs, pulling the woman in his arms.
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⠀
...
...
⠀“ Hermit you Leninist cow—
⠀⠀IT'S ME, HELLFIRE— ”
There goes the usually
reserved Hellfire, running
to him to tackle him ( or
jump into his arms. )
⠀
ᅟᅟ
ᅟᅟmuch as she teases him over his pup-like behaviour at times, he's not at all oblivious to the emotional turmoil prevailing on her expression. his right hand steadies fondly, his stare focused.
« my love, is there something on your mind? »
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ᅟᅟ
ᅟᅟout of the countless oddities, marvels and miracles he came across ever since setting foot in the zone, none ever captivated him like she did — she's the best thing he could've found here.
the most unlikely, too — love.
it helps him overcome that awkwardness. . .
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she wonders often if she’s taking advantage of him, trying to fill some sort of lonely void. it was convenient.
who else would—
she looks up at him, her spiralling thoughts stopped in their tracks.
“you are far too sweet.”
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ᅟᅟbut of course he'd hear it, her every word is a priceless treasure for him to pocket. arms curl in turn, enshrouding her in warmth.
« i love you most. »
he'd tease, himself feeling a tad shy.
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she nods— perhaps she’s nostalgic for a time where such things wouldn’t make her ill.
she wraps her arms around him, nuzzling her face against his chest.
“я тебя люблю.” she mutters— maybe he wouldn’t hear her.
. . . a little over 6 feet tall, wears some military gear but he’s definitely not a trained soldier. speaks in broken English with a heavy accent. very cute. slightly radioactive.
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ᅟᅟwide eyes remain fixed, lips breaking out in a delighted laugh, which he'd top off with kisses over her eyelids.
« if you're thirsty, there's always bottled water to go around. . . no need to get sick off of snowflakes. »
ᅟᅟ
“mmph—!”
she lets out a little squeak as he shuts her mouth, a startled look on her face before she looks slightly bashful.
it seems the sweet talk and pet names still get her a little shy.