First Scooter asked me to take a few shots for him, later Lilith insisted on me doing a vid (borrowing a camera from Moxxi on one condition… you know, nudity or explosions, better if AND instead of OR. Having no idea, should I do a striptease with Jack’s propaganda exploding on the background? XD That vid would be in the Pandoran Top in no time) Бонусовочка для русскоязычных, потому что игры слов в данном случае получаются разными)
The strike of her palm throbs harsh through his mask and into the sharp angle of his cheek. He still feels the fire in her eyes and the sharp edge of her voice hostile and scathing; a warning that wants him scarred as deep as Pandora’s rotten moon. His own gaze flashes in the lure of a challenge like something wild, something that could either lunge or laugh. He opts for the latter and, strangely, it tumbles only slow like a purr from the heat of his breath.
“You Pandorans… You all oughta be leashed, you know that? Like mutts.”
As the words fall, his hand snatches for her wrist before it can retract. Most people who slap him – touch him without permission – get the airlock or a vice-like grip smothering their windpipe. But there’s something still sly in the eyes of the man whose face tilts instead to brush his lips over the pads of her captive fingertips. Slowly, lazily, one by one. His stare keeps locked on her face with each kiss leaned languid to skin that’s rougher than it looks; every movement of his masked mouth over fingers that surely ache to curl themselves around a gun and fire.
He smirks wider, lets his tongue flick over the third finger before moving to the fourth. So oddly light, lingering, gentle in spite of the angry embers burning in mis-matched eyes. Doesn’t matter how pretty a face is when it tries hiding secrets, after all.
So he gets to the fifth finger and bites down. Hard.
“ You’re going about it all wrong. You’re not supposed to throw the the Midget Psychos. ” And with a powerful swing of her boot, away went the captive Pandoran savage, being sent straight across the dirt road and into a mess of cacti.
“ Now that that’s over and done with, yes, I do need help fixing my ride. I’m used to driving expensive cars, not… These. ”
NAME: fiona NICKNAME: “scheming pandoran scum”, “bandit trash”, “that con-artist babe”, “hat lady”, “fi”, various aliases AGE: 29 SPECIES: human
MORALITY: lawful / neutral/ chaotic /// good/ neutral / evil RELIGIOUS BELIEF:??? SINS: GREED / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / WRATH VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: to get herself and her sister off pandora and into a better life LANGUAGES KNOWN: english SECRETS: so much of her personality is a defense mechanism that she doesn’t know how to shut it off. SAVVIES: theft, lying, gambling, cheating, scamming, fraud, charisma
BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 5′ 4″ WEIGHT: 120 lbs SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: scar along the right eyebrow, freckles across cheeks and chest, birthmark on stomach. ABILITIES/POWERS: combat clairvoyance: can visually determine the outcomes of her actions before taking them RESTRICTIONS: has to be “recharged”, only available after training with athena.
FAVORITE FOOD: anything fried FAVORITE DRINK: alcohol FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING: bacon FAVORITE COLOR: red FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE: indie country FAVORITE BOOK GENRE: adventure FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE: anything old FAVORITE SEASON: fall FAVORITE CURSE WORD: shit FAVORITE SCENT(S): money, spicy perfume, gasoline, leather.
BOTTOM OR TOP: switch SINGS IN THE SHOWER: yes LIKES BAD PUNS: NO ( but she secretly does )
TAGGED BY: i love robbery and fraud! shout out to the overwatches TAGGING: the proletariat must share the memes of production.
Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Borderlands Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Handsome Jack/Rhys, Handsome Jack/Rhys (Borderlands) Characters: Handsome Jack, Rhys (Borderlands), Various Characters, Vaughn, Yvette, Fiona, Sasha, OC Characters - Character, More Characters to Come - Character Additional Tags: Angst and Humor, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, trapped in wilderness, i love to make my fav characters suffer, Survival, bandits, scary pandoran wildlife, Desert Songs, Espionage, What hides in the desert night Summary:
Rhys and Jack are left stranded in the Pandoran wasteland together.
Okay sooo… today he’d tell her. Right? Right! No point in beating
around the bush any further. He had this, yeah?.. No…no.. Maybe?
The poor brunette paced back and forth in his office trying to find
any sorta way to articulate to the now Vault Hunter/ex-con what had
been pent up inside since eyes of flesh and tech laid upon her..
Okay, maybe not instantly, but it certainly
didn’t take very long.
was apparently on her way to sell him something… and 99% of
the time… Rhys just bought it to watch her smile.
no matter how busy a schedule you may have, nisha wholeheartedly believed it was of the utmost importance to make some time for yourself. stress is bad for the soul, and with the ever rising pressure that continued bubbling through pandora’s wastes as of late, well, who would blame her for wanting to unwind ?
though distinctly barren deserts weren’t exactly a change of scenery, she found them the best place to be able to relax ; a flask of ale at her hip, her favourite, most comfortable boots, and a sturdy jakob’s rifle to shoot any living creature that appeared within at least 300ft of her location. oh no, there was nothing like scoring a bullseye through a skag’s skull to take the weight off your shoulders.
it was late in the waning evening that the lawbringer noticed a distinctly un-pandoran figure through the lens of her scope ; shooting the sod seemed the easiest option, but curiosity quickly got the better of her, soon pushing her to investigate them further.
thank fuck she wore her comfy boots.
❝ hey ! what are you doing so far away from home, cowboy ? ❞