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#Captain's old so he won't be in this world for as long as Max or Molly but I still love my little old man to bits!
junie-p-crossing · 1 year
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I wanna gush about Captain so I'm gonna gush about Captain:
He gets all excited to have his collar put back on after a bath and sits politely before jumping onto my knees to let me have better access to his neck☺️
He's very cute when he snores sleeping all curled up on the rug or his little bed ❤️❤️❤️
He's always by my side some how like a little guardian and he's always got an eye on the door basically(he's only got one eye anyways so how literal)
His little brown eye filled with love ❤️ 🥺
He's my little old man and I love him very much!
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fereldanwench · 3 years
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@gloryride I adore The Outer Worlds! Unfortunately, it came it when I was in a huge writing slump, so I never really got past the drafting/outlining stage with anything, and I've never posted any of it anywhere. But I do have a lot of rough drafts that I want to revisit at some point (and would have been very sad to lose.)
To no one's surprise, I'm sure, I love Max (grumpy old man? yes pls) and ship him with my captain, Felicity Gibson.
This is super rough, very little detail, mostly just working out the general structure and dialogue of a scene. For context: it's right after Felicity and Parvati get drinks to discuss Parvati's feelings for Junlei, and they return drunk and bother Max.
To his annoyance, Max heard giggling and crashing out in the kitchen. When he went out into the shared kitchen, he found Felicity and Parvati knocking over glasses and spilling water all over the counters.
"I didn't expect to see you two causing all this racket," he said.
"Sorry, Mr. Vicar. Sir." Parvati hiccupped and turned to Felicity. "Miss ma'am. Miss Captain, ma'am. I think I better lie down."
"I think that's a good idea, Miss Holcomb," Felicity replied, almost giggling again.
"Did you know she's never been drunk?" Felicity asked after Parvati disappeared around the hallway, as if it was a grand revelation.
"Well, not conclusively, but if I was wagering on the likelihood of it, I would put my bits--"
"--You could have just said 'no'," Felicity interrupted. "Sorry if we woke you up."
"I was reading."
"Of course you were," she teased. "Unlock any great secrets?"
"Not yet. We need to get off the Groundbreaker before I can do that." Max refrained from observing how getting drunk didn't seem to be helping him with that goal. "What were you two drinking?"
"She tried beer, hated it, so I told her to go to wine. I've been drinking whiskey. Against my better judgment. The whiskey here is not like the whiskey back on Earth." She looked wistful. "Damn, I miss Earth whiskey. Hey, Vicar?"
"Yes?"
"Can I confess something to you?"
"That is one of the many services I offered in exchange for passage on your ship."
"I think you're kind of an ass and I don't understand your religion at all. But I like you, Desoto, and I think you're probably just going to leave when you find what you're looking for and I'm kind of sad about that."
"Only kind of sad?" he asked dryly, although her drunken admission tugged at something in his chest.
"You're also a terrible priest."
Max rolled his eyes but smiled faintly. He spread his hands. "I can't tell you what will happen after I get this book translated. Perhaps my path will be to continue with you and your crew. Perhaps it won't."
Felicity brushed her hand against the top of his shoulder, appreciating the fine sapphire brocade. His breath hitched at her unexpected touch. It had been a long time since he had been touched.
"Your religion is weird, but your vestments are so pretty. And soft." She removed her hand and looked up at his face. "Blue looks good on you."
Max swallowed. "Perhaps I should get you some water."
Felicity laughed. "That is a good idea. And then I think my bunk is calling me."
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