Maxson, the boy now a man, he stares at you with a cold look that would chill you to your very bones if you hadn’t otherwise been a forest fire of emotions. You approach the man with stilted steps, feeling one of your fists shake as the urge to punch him bubbles up with all the same ferocity as your anger. “You have destroyed everything Lyons had stood for!” Note: This was written as a commission for If you’re interested in a commission from me, please check out my writing blog all but seethes through your teeth as words, spitting with fire and rage that you cannot hope to hold back–with the red coloring your vision, you hardly bother censoring an ounce of what traps you, ensnares you in it’s burning grip. Suffice to say, hearing whisper and rumor about how Elder Maxson had led the Brotherhood of Steel, the knights you’d once seen as family, had put nothing short of the fires of hell into your very soul. Though the idea had crossed your mind a time or two over the couple years you’d spent away, you had always been busy with problems elsewhere that it seemed like a wistful fantasy of nostalgia. Summary: You never expected to return to the Capital Wasteland. Relationship: Arthur Maxson/Fem!Lone Wanderer
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