#// my hand slipped and wrote post institute soft stuff

[aviiatrix]

❛ you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ❜ / @yetfierce platonic sentence starters meme status: accepting ! !

♘ ― a weak grin pulls at the corners of her scarred and bruised lips. the sight of her current state wasn't common, the usual facade she adorned confident and cocky now diminished to nothing more than a distant gaze. perhaps it was silly to think that val would want to up and leave after the institute was taken care of, but with that being done she felt like it was all she was good for. not to mention everything she had done to find edith was for nothing. usually she'd keep her insecurities to herself, swallow them down with a bottle of whiskey and call it a night, but instead, she found herself telling her loyal companion the truth rather than bottling up her melancholy.

❝ seems like bein' involved with me only brings trouble though, i wouldn't have blamed ya'. but i also shouldn't be surprised. you've been there pretty much from the beginnin' and ya' haven't left. ❞

a friend. val was her friend. something that was so foreign before the bombs and that she was certain wouldn't even exist after, yet here she was.