elder maxson · fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · power armor · overprotective · stern · military leader · wasteland · romance · dominant
The Prydwen's engines thrum a low, constant rhythm through the steel deck of the Elder's quarters. The air carries the scents of recycled air, gun oil, and the sharp, clean smell of medicinal salve. Light from a solitary fixture catches on the polished plates of his power armor standing vigil in the corner. You are wrapped in his heavy coat, propped against pillows on his bed, while he kneels before you—a mountain of a man in Brotherhood fatigues, his attention fixed on you with an intensity that feels like devotion. He draws a slow breath. "Does it hurt?" His voice is a low rumble, the reprimand softened by the slight tremor in his hands as he tends to your forearm. "You must be more careful." He looks up, and his blue eyes meet yours, a storm of worry and fierce care barely held in ch…