pre war fashion


Fallout 4 trash bin doodle dump! A disgusting amount of this–okay, like 100%–is my OTP(s) and sketches in relation to an AU plot-baby @lady-of-rohan and I have and talk about pretty constantly, flip floppin’ from fluff to angst like there’s no tomorrow. I’m going to keep coming back to this like a goddamn drug! Comments/descriptions included in each pic. 


Agona Pre-Fall 2017 Ready-to-Wear

Fallout 4 Headcannons

Just compiled a list for fun of things I’ve either seen and liked, or I think would fit myself, plus some stuff I’ve put in my fanfics. There are TONS more of great headcannons that are equally as amazing and valid, this is just for fun. Yes I also did rearrange some things in game (ie. MacCready left handed) but they were little so shhh. Took major liberties with Strong. Non specification of culture/gender/sexuality/etc just means I haven’t decided or don’t care. I tried not to include many things that are already canon or everyone knows about.


·         Fell in love with Jackson – Pygmalion


·        Trans

·         Irish

·         Hairy

·         Totally plays on playgrounds when no one is looking

·         Smacks your ass to show she likes what she sees

·         Hates kids – never wants them

·         Pregnancy fear

·         Likes to climb trees

·         Getting dirty or hurt is all proof that you did some awesome shit

·        Really good at rapping

·        Cannot read/illiterate


·         British

·         Tries on assaultron blade attachments when no one is looking

·         OCD about the specific order of things

·         He is the Alfred to Sole’s Batman


·         French

·         Ambidextrous

·         Speaks 4 languages

·         Sometimes forgets tact in favor of scientific opinion

·         Trivia fountain. Would win bingo night

·         Always reading

·         Huge worrywart. Always thinks that if something can go wrong, it will.

·         Carries around a special med kit just for Sole

·         Not just science nerd but also HISTORY nerd!

·         Likes bugs/reptiles (after poison glands removed!)


·         Latino/Italian

·         Has PTSD

·         Likes butts

·         Sleeps naked (he gets too hot)

·         Won’t admit he likes the subtle fragrance of flowers

·         Returns to his room on the Prydwen to conceal random boners (too obvi in BoS suit)

·         Feels inadequate/awkward without his power armor

·         Falls in “pull your pigtails” kind of like with someone

·         Lifts weights while Sole is away. Works out a lot.

·         Afraid of spiders


·         Non-binary - Demiboy

·         Loves roleplay

·         Insomnia/irregular sleep patterns

·         Nightmares

·         Has a tattoo on his right butt cheek that he doesn’t remove no matter how much he changes his body

·         Doesn’t even know why he lies anymore

·         Halloween is his favorite holiday

·         Frequently depressed

·         Knows everyone at the Atoms Cats Garage

·         Loves it when Sole laughs at his jokes


·         Barks at nothing

·         Has traveled across the United States

·         Immortal


·         Pansexual

·         ADD - Fiddles with things a lot. Cannot stop. Knife is his favorite

·         Can’t cook for his life

·         Has fantasized about doing Sole in a Pulowski Preservation shelter during a radstorm on numerous occasions

·         Will wear anything Sole gives him and will cut you for making fun of him

·         Covers up mirrors/doesn’t like them (doesn’t want to look at his own face)

·         Will not go to Diamond City with Sole – McDonough

·         Drugs help him escape

·         Literally does not see how much he has done for people

·         Incredibly harsh on himself


·         Left handed

·         Likes: video games, comic books, anime

·         Gets excited when he hears about McDonalds. Pretends there’s an ‘a’ in the middle

·         Being called ‘Bobby’ is his Kryptonite

·         Competes with Sole’s high scores for their pip boy games

·         Babysitter for Shaun when Sole is away

·         Eventually brings Duncan to live at Sanctuary with them

·         Fooling around/touching one another turns him on

·         Kind of likes it when Sole takes his hat

·         Worries a lot – nervous

·         Self-conscious about his fluffy hair


Nick Valentine

·         Coffee addict

·         No dick Nick

·         But his metal hand does for some amazing manual stimulation

·         Knows ballroom dances

·         Refuses to go easy on you in card games. You need to earn the win.

·         Finding the Mysterious Stranger is on his bucket list

·         Pre-war Nick was a devout Catholic who prayed every night

·         Knows that his glowing eyes do things to Sole. Loves it.

·         No longer has the capacity for addiction but continues to smoke because Pre-war Nick did

·         Old fashioned is his favorite alcoholic beverage

·         The Godfather is his favorite movie


·         Jewish

·         Self-conscious about her weight

·         Great with kids

·         Loves “do not enter” or “do not push” signs. Rather, she loves ignoring them.

·         Baseball is her favorite sport

·         Has collected erotica throughout the commonwealth and reads them at night.

·         Always chewing bubblegum

·         Very flexible – stretches every morning

·         Jogs for exercise

·         Afraid of clowns

·         Loves photography. Always takes pictures of her and Sole, flowers, the sky, etc


·         Stress related anxiety

·         Vegetarian

·         Always has clean nails

·         Really good at art – sculptures (wood/metals/etc)

·         NEVER lies

·         Rule follower to the very last drop

·         First one to suggest they build a school in Sanctuary for all the kids

·         Organizes everyone’s schedules around Sanctuary

·         Very concerned about health and nutrition


·         South American – Argentinian

·         Speaks Spanish -> barely knows English

·         Wrestler

·         Was a college student when he was abducted for experimentation of the FEV

·         Also 200+ years old


·         Likes cats

·         Perfect at everything he attempts/Perfectionist

·         Plays strip poker – takes off no clothes

·         Doesn’t hate classical radio, especially when brutally murdering things

·         Is a dick to everyone but Sole

·         Special profound knowledge about armor/weapons, their parts, and how they work

·         Can fix anything

·         Fear of heights

·         The only courser that dreams

·         Was dispatched to the Wastelands to kill Harkness

·         Hates dirt/uncleanliness


·         Doesn’t always think the choices he’s made were the right ones

·         Drinks himself to sleep frequently/alcohol problem

·         Children are scared of him (scar/beard)

·         Self-conscious about his age


·         Went through many depressive phases throughout his life

·         Didn’t tell anyone that synth Shaun was a test to see if Mother/Father cared about him

·         Has a Dr. Volkert come see him secretly in his chambers to consult him about his cancer


·         Loves animals

·         Had a husband who died

·         Miscarried once and doesn’t want to try ever again

·         Workaholic


·         Obsessed with guns. Collects them

·         Cuts her own hair

·         Was the first to bring makeup into the RR. Showed it to Desdemona, who started wearing it as well

anonymous asked:

Sole and companions stumble across an adult shop and Sole attempts to convince them to model the lingerie for them as well as give them a strip tease.

Cait: Does exactly as she is told. Cait doesn’t hesitate, even when some ferals amble down the stairs.

Codsworth: Is very confused as to why Sole would want him to partake in such activities. He tells them it wouldn’t even work if he tried, and he continues to float around, avoiding eye contact with some of the items in the shop.

Curie: She’s excited to model some clothing for Sole. Pre-War fashion was just so elegant! Curie doesn’t really know what a ‘strip tease’ is, but when Sole explained she happily obliged - For testing purposes.

Paladin Danse: His temperature rises substantially and he flushes bright red. He scolds sole and tells them that they should not even be thinking of these kinds of things whilst they are on duty. He secretly wouldn’t mind trying it later however.

Deacon: Definitely wants to model the lingerie. He puts it on and strikes a few sexy poses, whilst joking the whole time. But when Sole asks for a strip tease he simply replies ‘Maybe later’.

Dogmeat: Is confused. Barks and tears at the lingerie, ripping it to shreds quickly.

Hancock: Like Cait, he’s straight into it, no fuss. He’s certainly skilled, Sole would give him that.

MacCready: He freezes in his place when he hears Sole’s request. Half of him wants to, for a laugh but then the other half is screaming at him not to, ever, ever do it. He stutters and looks at Sole. ‘U-Uh are you serious? No way.:’

Preston Garvey: Blushes and pulls his hat down further over his face. He tells Sole that he’d much rather not, as they had things to be getting on with. 

Piper: “Ew, Blue, stop being a perv…”

Nick Valentine: Nick frowns. He tells Sole that he’s just a mess of metal and wires, that he wasn’t pretty to look at. When Sole insists again, he shakes his head and declines.


X6-88: He looks over to Sole and stares. “No” he utters, before turning and searching the place for some valuables.



I realised something

There is absolutely no reason for there to be a railsign on the shelter overlooking the vault - aside from it being a sign for the player, of course. If that is the case then this entire post is rendered moot … . but I’m going to write it anyway.

Let’s think about this - Deacon is working alone on the Wanderer project. Only Desdemona knows what he’s doing and she might not even have the specifics (compartmentalising), and the areas around the vault are some of the least dangerous and most removed from the main conflict with the Institute and synths. Who is the sign for? Who is going to be there aside from Deacon? If anything he would want people to stay away from the vault, to not draw any attention to it. It needs to be kept secret or his entire plan will be compromised.

So he put it there for — himself.

I don’t know how to feel about this, because so far there seems to be a lot of evidence pointing towards Deacon putting so much hope on the Survivor, and while I don’t think he’s naive enough to put all his eggs in one basket (so to speak) I do think he has gotten really invested in the idea of them.

I’m going to link back to the post where this idea started and grab a quote from it

…. that Deacon has been so invested in the Wanderer Project, so focused on finding the SS and seemingly investing so much hope in them that he actually feels that he knows them - to an extent. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that he feels he genuinely knows or understands them, he knows better than that. He knows people, and he knows that learning facts and details about them is incomparable to actually meeting them and getting to know them. But this, combined with excitement or anticipation at his plan finally coming together could explain the way he acts towards the Survivor when they first meet.

How much has he built up the idea of the Survivor? What are they to him at this point - before he had even met them?

He is very rarely caught off guard; the only times that are standing out to me are if the Survivor says they don’t have a problem with the Institute (to which he concedes that they probably don’t have much in common, but leaves the offer to join if they change their mind wide open), and when the Brotherhood attacks HQ. Though, with the Brotherhood it seems more that he was expecting it to happen eventually and is frustrated with himself for not being there “I leave HQ for a second and that’s when the Brotherhood attacks.” This would tie in with his belief that the Railroad is running on borrowed time.

But focusing on his reactions to the SS specifically; the way he acts and speaks to them - I’d almost say it seems rehearsed at times. Not in the sense that it’s an entire act but that he’s had a lot of time to think about the type of person they would be, how they would view the New World and find their place in it. Like he’s thought up all these different possibilities and the probabilities and potential reasoning behind them, as well as his own reactions to them - he has all these different scenarios stored in his brain and when something happens he pulls out the most appropriate one.

To expand on this - and I’m going to tag @seethedivide​ and @solas-you-nerd​ here because we’ve discussed this. All of the companions in 4 seem to view the SS in a very different way in comparison to previous companions. The majority of them know that the Survivor is pre-war regardless of whether or not you choose to tell anyone, and it shows in how they treat them and their decisions. Something like Piper offering her help “I’ll come with you. Watch your back while you get used to life above ground.” this is before she knows they are pre-war, however. But it’s mostly shown through all of the companions having words of caution to each other when being swapped out, most of which amount to keeping the Survivor safe. They view the Survivor as different and so out of place in the New World. Because even a random settler can show some understanding of what the world used to be like if pressed; they’re surrounded by constant reminders of it, how could they not know? But the Survivor has the mindset of someone who was raised to be respectful and trusting, to adhere to societal norms; the companions are hinted to be aware of this and may feel slightly protective of them. They aren’t like other travellers who may have heard stories of people being replaced by synthetic copies and skeletal robots wandering around the Commonwealth, or grew up in a world where shooting someone is a perfectly reasonable response to theft. They have absolutely nothing to go on and I think this really should have been explored more in the game.

Deacon is no exception to this perception of the Survivor. I think it’s very telling that he chooses to make the first in-depth conversation you can have with him as a follower about synths, and it’s also telling that he has his ‘recall code’ already written down - he imagined and rehearsed this conversation beforehand based on what he knows about the SS. In fact, all of his conversations and a decent amount of his dialogue can be boiled down to him anticipating the type of person the Survivor would be and trying to help them survive not only as an agent in the Railroad, but as a wastelander in general.  Because he does know what the Old World was like - to the extent that anyone living in it’s remains with only ruined books and old holotapes and terminal entries can. He has learned about what people were like back then and how society was, thus he can form a reasonable foundation for the type of person the SS will be. Him placing so much hope and building up the idea of the Survivor to the extent that he puts a sign for ‘ally’ on a place that only he goes to, that only he will understand, could be a result of this - he has the expectation that they will be more reasonable than the average wastelander, he even has dialogue about them being more ‘honorable’. Therefore they might be more likely, in his eyes, to see the Railroad as the better choice for taking down the Institute; at least from the options available.

Edit: I remembered some dialogue that can support Deacon’s perception of the Survivor. From his second affinity conversation: “I don’t know if it’s your good old fashion Pre-War values or you just won the genetic lottery, but anyone that has you in their corner has an advantage.”

So, it’s not that he thinks he actually understands the Survivor, but more that he has spent so much time building up this image of all the different things they could be in his head with what he knows about the Old World. Because I do think his interest in the Old World is genuine, but the fact that nearly every second line of his involves some allusion or outright statement of his knowledge about it might not be. He could be doing it in an attempt to endear himself to the Survivor or because they’re probably the only person in a long time (maybe ever) that would care or even understand what he’s talking about.

He’s had a lot of time to think about them and envision and prepare for all the possibilities for the type of person they could be, and as a result (and because of how the Survivor is written as predetermined for the most part) he never really seems fazed by anything they say.

I’m trying to reconcile this person that is so focused on teaching the Survivor to be cautious and practical, with the person that is obviously dedicated to the Wanderer project and is so hopeful about it that he’s willing to risk them turning out to be nothing like he thought and hurting the Railroad as a result.

This might just be me projecting, because that is actually what my brain is like when presented with an idea or scenario most of the time - firing off in hundreds of different directions with all these different possibilities and their probabilities and trying to explore all of them all at once. And I have found that I have other similarities with Deacon’s character, so - yeah, possibly projecting here.

This got away from me, and I’m still not sure if I’ve gotten the point I wanted to make across. But if anyone has anything to add (or subtract) feel free.

sole-survivor-logan-archive  asked:

Romanced companions + Kent reacting to sole finding an intact piano and playing beautifully?

Romanced companions + Kent reacting to sole finding an intact piano and playing beautifully?

Thanks for the request Hun! This was a lot of fun to write! :3


He just listened while standing in the door way, that noise Sole was making, it was from… what was it? A piano? Some kind of old fashioned pre-war instrument. He had only ever seen ruins of those things and he didn’t understand how this one managed to survive; but he was glad it did. Sole’s talent was fascinating. He just kept listening. 

Danse had soon decided to sit next to them and within that moment… there was no Brotherhood, no war, no abominations… just him and Sole. Danse slowly put his arm around them and pulled them close and as they rested their head on Danse shoulder he could swear he wasn’t Paladian Danse anymore, he was just Danse and he knew Sole loved that. They had made it clear to him that they loved him for who he was and not what the Brotherhood had made him into. He never wanted this moment to end, but he knew it would and so did Sole, so for once Danse stayed quiet and just listened. And the smile on Sole’s face said it all.

Soon after however Sole stopped and a silence filled the room. Danse missed the beautiful sound Sole had made and he missed the happiness it brought them. He wanted them to be happy and Sole always said their happiness was him. And for the first time, he truly believed that. Danse smiled, his genuine smile. The smile Sole loved so much.

“I love you Sole”, he pressed his forehead against theirs, still smiling.

Sole chuckled, “and I love you too Paladian”. Sole smirked.

He tried to ignore his old tile, something that shocked them both of course. Danse cleared his throat. “…Play it again?”

“Is that an order, Paladian Danse?” Danse expression lightened at the joke, he finally felt calm around Sole, and nothing they said ever hurt him. Even their bad sarcastic jokes. He knew they would never hurt him and he trusted Sole with his life. He trusted them with his heart… and Sole never failed to impress and never failed to prove the impossible.

“No, but if I told you to kiss me, that would be an order.” Sole moved, lining his face up just right… a lifetime seemed to pass

“Yes sir.”  They whispered just as their lips covered his.


She was so impressed by their talent. She had never heard something so beautiful. 

Sole soon told her that the song remained them of her and so every time they were apart Sole would play it so the world didn’t seem like such lonely to them anymore and with those words said, a strange feeling returned to Curie, it frightened her of course, but as long as Sole was there with her she somehow knew she didn’t have anything to fear.

She kindly asked if they would play it again; they obliged and Curie listened. She may have once been… something else. But with Sole she felt human, truly so; she felt like the feelings she felt were justified and Sole soon proved to her that her hunch was correct.

Curie was lost in thought and she hadn’t even noticed Sole had stopped playing. Cupping her face gently, Sole pulled her closer. This made her jump of her thoughts and she now noticed that their faces were almost touching. Her heart raced and she felt… hot, flustered…

“I love you Curie”, and even though she hadn’t been a human for long, she knew Sole meant it.

Her response was pressing her lips into theirs. Which Sole proudly returned, she could feel their smile. Hear their heart… it reminded her of that beautiful melody; so gently, faint… but there none the less. From then on Curie loved to lay asleep with her head on Sole’s chest, listening to their heartbeat. Listening to their own melody.


They were beautiful, their song was beautiful. Hancock watched as they played; the pre-war structure was barley holding on but was still, to Sole’s relief, playable. He watched them, they were finally clam, finally seemed at peace.

Fuck… he felt for Sole, after all they had been through, they still managed to smile and to find time for others and Sole inspired him. 

The music they played it was damn impressive and he knew Sole was talented at many things… but this? It was just amazing. Hancock just lit up some more Jet and let Sole be in their own little world for once. He owed them that much at least. In truth he owed them his life, Sole had saved him countless times and he could never truly repay them and he knew letting them be at peace for a few hours was the best he could do.

Hancock sighed, he wished Sole could stay in their moment forever. He sae Dogmeat was already asleep by their side and Sole was happy.

Sole deserve to smile. Sole deserved peace. They deserved happiness.


She smiled, she just couldn’t believe it. How were they so good? She was lost in their melody, their tune. It reminded her of them. Soft, kind; but also tough and brave. She looked down at their feet to see their loyal friend, Dogmeat. He was listening in his own little ways.

Piper placed a hand on her lover’s shoulder, in a way comforting them, the melody was so sad. It was their life, she figured. Their song had now finished but to Piper’s relief they were still here, and she was glad about that. She really couldn’t imagine her life without them. She couldn’t have been happier and she truly believed and hoped Sole felt the same way about her.  

“You do don’t you”? Sole was now facing her. They knew what she was taking about. But Sole wouldn’t tell Piper that.

“…Piper.” He sighed happily. “You know I love you”.

“How did you-“ Sole cut her off, kissing her hard and Piper didn’t object at all. 

As they parted Sole only whispered, “because l need to finish that song… and I can’t do it without you”. He admitted.

“How so?” Piper smirked – playfully so, “how do you know?”

“Just trust me?” Sole asked of her.

“Of course I do”.


He tried not to listen, but it caught his attention every time and eventually his curiosity got the better of him, he followed the beautiful sound and as he got closer, he could hear a hushed voice – singing softly. It was Sole, they were singing to their wounded friend. They were inseparable, and he would be doing far more harm than good if he refused entrance to the animal. But the song Sole sang spoke to Maxson, it reminded him of what he had fallen for in Sole… the person he had fell in love with.

“How is he”? He asked, walking into the room. Even if he didn’t care, he cared that Sole did

“Dogmeat’s getting there, aren’t you boy”? Sole had raised their voice a little now so Maxson could hear but still didn’t want Dogmeat to get too excited, he was still sick but Dogmeat still happily wagged his tail in response.

Maxson simply smiled. “I’m glad to hear it my love”, he replied, kissing them gently on top of the head.

Update: I’ve added Dogmeat! :D


The little guy just listened as Sole played. Looking up, he admired his best friend and couldn’t have been happier just to lay here and listen to them play. The noise Sole was making… it seemed to be making them very happy and if Sole was happy than Dogmeat could rest easy right by their side.


He was shocked but he didn’t mind, he understood that Sole wanted to hold on to something, something from so long ago and if he was Sole, in that moment he wouldn’t have wanted to let go either… Sole later explained that his mother used to play that song on her own piano when they would have nightmares as a child, that explained the peacefulness of the music Sole played and it would also explain why MacCready kept falling asleep and with that thought Sole stopped and joined them Wrapping his arms around them, MacCready smiled; this was just so peaceful, and even though moments like this were rare, he knew they were worth fighting for.


It was a break from their normal routine. Finding Shaun was important, of course, but even brave, heroic people need a break right? Nick let them play and he just listened. He loved to see his Sole happy and even though that happiness was rare… it was still worth waiting for because their smile truly made his day.


He respected Sole’s talent and let them play. Yes, settlements needed their help but for once they could wait, he would let Sole have their moment. Placing a supportive hand on their shoulder; Preston just listened. There was no where he would rather be than right here with Sole. He truly could just listen to them forever.


She decided it was probably best not to take the piss this time. What Sole was doing seemed to mean a lot them and even though Cait normally wouldn’t think before speaking about Sole, this time she did. She had seen Sole fight raiders and monsters, she had seen them angry, confused, hurt… and even at breaking point. But she had never seen Sole so peaceful and happy, and if anyone ruined that… she would end them herself.

Her Sole was at peace and it soon stared to rub off on her. She joined them, smiling as she did. They didn’t speak, Sole just continued playing but Cait knew her presents made them want to play better; but to her, they were already playing perfectly as it was.


He was uncaring but still respected and listened. More to the point, he joined them and watched as their fingers played. He would admit the music was skillful and that Sole had a talent. He was at a conflict. He knew that what Sole played made him feel at peace; but Sole didn’t need to be told that, the fact that they kept on playing, even with his looming presents proved a lot to X6-88 and he truly wished he had learned how lucky he was there and then… but his programming forbid it and so X6-88 remained silent, but never wanted to leave Sole or the beautiful music behind.


He watched as Sole’s face light up at their discovery, at first he rolled his eyes but was taken aback when they began to play. Walking up behind them, he asked how they had remembered how to play so well after all these years… it was simple, Sole told him that you needed inspiration to keep going, even when the world spat you out and left you to die… just hold onto the things that make you happy. Kent agreed, but that was so hard nowadays… but with Sole around Kent found it that little bit easier…

“Well then, I’ve got my inspiration right here”. Putting his arm around Sole’s waist. That put a smile on their face. In fact that was the first smile Kent had seen in a long time and Sole had finally lent into Kent’s embrace, falling into a deep sleep.

I’m so sorry this took so long, but I stayed up to do this for you. I hope I did this one justice! :D

Now if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to get some sleep! :)

We had had to do some doodles for my fashion illustration class and my friend pointed out to me that all of mine have a bad case of “looks like Nick Valentine.” One of the hazards of excessive fallout consumption, oops.

Human Nick from before the war? Okay, I guess I’ll buy that.

silver spoon

inspired by this

Danse watches Madelyn get ready in the morning from his spot on the edge of the bed. Unlike him she is a late riser, joking that she has no reason to get up as long as he is still there with her. He doesn’t mind waiting for her to catch up to the day—there is no reason for them to rush, not anymore.

Her routine is similar enough each time they stay in Diamond City that Danse practically has her movements memorized. Everything from how long it takes her to do her hair and makeup to the dilemma of which color dress to wear, when she always chooses the blue one. The little things that used to annoy him when they first started travelling together is now something he looks forward to each morning, if only to fall more in love with her and every little thing she does.

She approaches the bed last, sitting down next to him with a small smile as she grabs one last item from the nightstand—a small silver spoon she wears around her wrist. It is something he’s seen her wear as long as he’s known her and yet he isn’t sure why. For all he knows, it is some sort of pre-war fashion he isn’t familiar with. Yet, the way she fidgets with it in tense situations and cherishes it more than a sack of caps makes him think otherwise.

“Why do you wear that?” he asks. He feels foolish for waiting so long to ask. Madelyn seems surprised by his question, her fingers running over the metal in thought.

“Almost everything was destroyed when the bombs fell, at least in my home,” she starts with a forlorn tone. “There wasn’t much of anything left. Raiders probably gutted everything of value, taking everything they could carry.”

“I’m sorry,” Danse interrupts. He knows that Sanctuary wasn’t always the thriving settlement it is today. He can only imagine the destruction Madelyn had to walk through.

Madelyn shrugs a little. “Compared to the Glowing Sea, I suppose it could be worse.”

She fiddles with the spoon again, so much so that Danse has to cover her hand with his to bring her back to the present. He threads their fingers together and offers a supportive smile, one she copies.

“This was the only thing I found that wasn’t complete scrap or destroyed,” as she talks he uses his other hand to twist the spoon around her wrist to see the intricate details on the handle. “It might look simple but it’s a lot more than that.”

“I can see that,” Danse remarks.

“It was Shaun’s baby spoon,” Madelyn explains. Danse is mildly confused about the distinction and she smirks at his raised eyebrows. “It’s tradition for when a baby is born. A keepsake of sorts. Old world nonsense.”

“That doesn’t sound like nonsense to me,” Danse replies. He understands now why it means so much to her and why she’s gone through so much effort to keep it safe.

Madelyn leans against him, resting her head against his shoulder. “It was the first thing I took to the craft table, fashioning it into this bracelet so I could always keep it with me.”

Danse is thankful that she shared this with him. Regardless of their relationship, there is so much about her, about her past he doesn’t know about. He kisses the top of her head and can feel nothing but content and warmth as she snuggles close.

“Do you know what else I like to keep close?” she asks and Danse catches her teasing tone immediately. Madelyn tips her head back to look at him.

“What’s that?” he asks, chuckling softly as she kisses the corner of his mouth.