[i can't remember why she was crying and i can't be bothered to try and write more of this but boy do i love paladin danse.]
For the first time in his life, synth or not, he had someone who accepted him; who would always be there for him. Someone that, he now realised, loved him. And he loved her. Of course he did. His mind had been so full of Brotherhood nonsense that there had been no room for love, and relationships between soldiers was certainly forbidden. But he was free of that now. There was absolutely no reason that he could not act on this sudden realisation.
He scooped her up and sat her on the counter they were standing beside. Her legs dangled off the edge and their faces were now level. Danse used his thumbs to wipe the tears and smeared make up away from below her eyes. Looking confused, Dusty opened her mouth to speak but Danse shushed her. He got in as close to her as he could, standing right up close to the bar, her legs either side of him. With his hands still on her face he kissed her. It was fast and awkward and she was still crying, but it felt so nice.
He pulled away and she stared at him, eyes wide, her hands moving up to cover his on either side of her face. She tried to speak but nothing came out. The tears stopped and a weak smile now graced her soft, pink lips. The few seconds following the kiss felt like hours. Danse, who had not thought this far ahead, was now at a loss of what to do. The tingle of her touch on his skin was so much more intense now than it had ever been. He could have ignored it before but not now; and there was no way he was going to.
He looked directly into her eyes and then at all of the other angles of her face. Her nose and cheeks was littered with tiny freckles, her ears; three piercings one side, just the one on the other. Lastly, he noticed her scars. Where had they come from? How many times had they been fighting side by side as a raider or whatever they'd fought together had scarred her beautiful face.
He wanted to know everything about her now. They weren't just two soldiers working on the same team anymore, it was more than that and it had been for a long time now. He wanted her to be his, synth or not, he figured he deserved to feel this way, and he knew she felt the same. They way she acted around him. Everything she did was for him. Little gestures that had gone straight over his head before that were all making sense now.
He traced his thumb across the largest of the scars, the one running from her inner eye all the way to her jaw. It was only light, but raised enough for him to feel it.
"Assultron" she said quietly. "I was taking out some Gunners for Mac and one of them swiped me. It's why I wore that surgical mask for a while," she laughed at the memory "that thing was so dumb but I thought I looked cool. Like a true Commonwealth settler" Danse laughed with her. He'd told her a million times that the mask she wore was outside the Brotherhood of Steel's uniform code and that she must remove it at once but she always refused.
She began pointing out the other scars she had. A small one below her lip from a raider who had no idea what he was doing, burn marks across her arm caused by a feral trying to grab her at Hubris Comics and a few more insignificant ones that she couldn't even remember where they came from. Lastly, she unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom to show three large claw marks starting from her side and curving around towards her stomach.
"Deathclaw" Danse exclaimed, suddenly remembering. He was with her for this one. "When we were in the Museum of Witchcraft, correct?" She nodded. "That was... a lot of blood... You were out for a while... but I never left your side, soldier."
[real talk that museum of witchcraft shit really happened when i was playing so this is all canon to the game don't @ me.]
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