[August 7] [Mad Max: Fury Road] Promise to Keep
Title: Promise to Keep
Day/Theme: 7. it was possible that death wasn’t for nothing after all
Series: Mad Max:Fury Road
Character/Pairing: Nux, Vuvalini, Capable
Rating: G (hope for the sequel)
His last memory was of her face and of the fire. It was her he clung to, soaking up the beauty, letting the fire become only the warm red of her hair. She had looked so stricken. He wished she had smiled, just so he could’ve seen her happy one more time. He wished that she could’ve been happy for him. At the same time, he understood not wanting to lose someone now. He would’ve done anything not to lose her, even at the cost of his own life. It didn’t make sense that someone like her could grieve for someone like him. Maybe she was only upset that he had disobeyed. He was supposed to follow her over.
She had worked so hard to convince him that he had something to live for. She had offered herself as one of those things, and it worked. He would’ve done anything for her; lived, died, killed. And now he had done all three. He saw Rictus’ massive frame crumple and fall away, disappearing into the fire. He felt the weird weightlessness as the rig went sideways. He closed his eyes, wrapping himself in the memory of her to carry it with him into death. If she was right, there might not be a Valhalla to receive him, but he would still have her kindness, her gentleness, and the hope she had promised him. He had never had any of those things before her, and he wanted to take them with him.
There was the impact, and his body slammed back into the rig. Grit and sand and fire scoured over him. He accepted the pain. Death should hurt. There was another impact and a terrible, crushing pressure that he was sure would kill him, but it rolled off again. He was still moving, grinding along, losing bits of skin and awareness on all the sharp edges. He hit something else, but it was too dark and distant for him to tell what. He let it happen, accepted his end and only hoped that she was safe.
He awoke to a nudge and looked up to see one of the Vuvalini, battered and bloody. She was poking him with a rifle barrel. She was alive. So was he, if the flare of pain shooting from his scalp to the soles of his feet meant anything.
“-up,” she was saying. He blinked at her, so she said it again. “We have to catch up.”
Oh. Of course. He wasn’t dead. He had told Capable he would follow. He had to. Furiosa had said he was reliable. he had to be. He grit his teeth around the pain of living and let the Vuvalini pull him to his feet.
Day/Theme: 7. it was possible that death wasn’t for nothing after all
Series: Mad Max:Fury Road
Character/Pairing: Nux, Vuvalini, Capable
Rating: G (hope for the sequel)
His last memory was of her face and of the fire. It was her he clung to, soaking up the beauty, letting the fire become only the warm red of her hair. She had looked so stricken. He wished she had smiled, just so he could’ve seen her happy one more time. He wished that she could’ve been happy for him. At the same time, he understood not wanting to lose someone now. He would’ve done anything not to lose her, even at the cost of his own life. It didn’t make sense that someone like her could grieve for someone like him. Maybe she was only upset that he had disobeyed. He was supposed to follow her over.
She had worked so hard to convince him that he had something to live for. She had offered herself as one of those things, and it worked. He would’ve done anything for her; lived, died, killed. And now he had done all three. He saw Rictus’ massive frame crumple and fall away, disappearing into the fire. He felt the weird weightlessness as the rig went sideways. He closed his eyes, wrapping himself in the memory of her to carry it with him into death. If she was right, there might not be a Valhalla to receive him, but he would still have her kindness, her gentleness, and the hope she had promised him. He had never had any of those things before her, and he wanted to take them with him.
There was the impact, and his body slammed back into the rig. Grit and sand and fire scoured over him. He accepted the pain. Death should hurt. There was another impact and a terrible, crushing pressure that he was sure would kill him, but it rolled off again. He was still moving, grinding along, losing bits of skin and awareness on all the sharp edges. He hit something else, but it was too dark and distant for him to tell what. He let it happen, accepted his end and only hoped that she was safe.
He awoke to a nudge and looked up to see one of the Vuvalini, battered and bloody. She was poking him with a rifle barrel. She was alive. So was he, if the flare of pain shooting from his scalp to the soles of his feet meant anything.
“-up,” she was saying. He blinked at her, so she said it again. “We have to catch up.”
Oh. Of course. He wasn’t dead. He had told Capable he would follow. He had to. Furiosa had said he was reliable. he had to be. He grit his teeth around the pain of living and let the Vuvalini pull him to his feet.