⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I fell in love with the 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 and now I'm in trouble .ᐟ I'm underneath his spell .ᐟ

“Simon…” she repeats, like it really means something to her. It does, honestly. Eleanore is a sentimental woman, the name of her saviour is one she’ll never forget. “Well, thanks again, Simon. For saving my life.”

|| the way I wanna make my own courier so bad

Wait that was YOU I tripped over?

Eleanore breaking into Robert’s penthouse all those years ago:

“Hopefully not anytime. Hopefully not ever again,” she jokes, shaking her head against the rock. “But I am grateful. I probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer.” Not without saving, not even without the stimpak she finally felt kicking in a little.

Good morning, little bottle caps~

Why howdy, pardner~

Has recently pulled some string, which means there is a box on ᅠᅠ 𝖄𝐎𝐔𝐑ᅠ𝕲𝐑͟𝐀͟𝐂𝐄 .ᅠᅠ’s bed on the Prydwen, wrapped in string with a bow, with a note that simply says — 𝓔.𝓗. 𝔁 Inside, a coat, folded neatly up. Preserved wonderfully with measures built for the whole of Las Vegas.

She’s MARTINI DRUNK

She’s actually already up, an early riser, making herself a quiet cup of tea before the world starts spinning too loudly. At the distant noise of chaos floors below, knowing the casino is closed, Eleanore sighs, somehow knowing her son more than well enough to figure it out.