Drabbletag - Motor Oil
Title: Sand/Salt/Sugar
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Motor Oil
Fandom: Mad Max
Pairing: Capable/Furiosa
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Mad Max: Fury Road, set after Mad Max: Fury Road
Furiosa finds her in a place she isn’t supposed to be.
Capable understands why the balconies aren’t safe at night - the War Boys, they keep crawling back to the Citadel with cries of revenge behind their rotting silver teeth.
But the whole world, it’s one great big place where Capable isn’t supposed to be, where none of them is supposed to be.
So she’ll take her chances with the balcony and its view of the stars and the salt.
“You mourn him?” Furiosa asks, sounding warm and cold at once.
Makes Capable shiver.
She nods, because Nux was one of the good ones, as much as anyone’s good out here. “He was sweet,” Capable admits, and she looks to Furiosa, vivid and glowing in the torch light. “You’re sweet, too.”
That gets her a smile, sharp as a blade and twice as sad. “No, I’m not.”
Furiosa believes it, Capable can tell.
“Yes, you are,” she insists, turning her back on the world outside, because it doesn’t matter, not anymore. Capable can never quite tell what colour Furiosa’s eyes really are, but right now they’re grey and piercing like a shiny bullet.
“I don’t taste like sugar,” Furiosa says, with a shake of her head.
Capable swallows thick. “No, you’d taste of motor oil and sand,” she agrees, voice hoarse. Her throat is parched; she’s forgotten how to look away from Furiosa’s lips. “But still sweet.”
She leans in, just to prove herself right.
Furiosa lets her, with hunger.
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Motor Oil
Fandom: Mad Max
Pairing: Capable/Furiosa
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Mad Max: Fury Road, set after Mad Max: Fury Road
Furiosa finds her in a place she isn’t supposed to be.
Capable understands why the balconies aren’t safe at night - the War Boys, they keep crawling back to the Citadel with cries of revenge behind their rotting silver teeth.
But the whole world, it’s one great big place where Capable isn’t supposed to be, where none of them is supposed to be.
So she’ll take her chances with the balcony and its view of the stars and the salt.
“You mourn him?” Furiosa asks, sounding warm and cold at once.
Makes Capable shiver.
She nods, because Nux was one of the good ones, as much as anyone’s good out here. “He was sweet,” Capable admits, and she looks to Furiosa, vivid and glowing in the torch light. “You’re sweet, too.”
That gets her a smile, sharp as a blade and twice as sad. “No, I’m not.”
Furiosa believes it, Capable can tell.
“Yes, you are,” she insists, turning her back on the world outside, because it doesn’t matter, not anymore. Capable can never quite tell what colour Furiosa’s eyes really are, but right now they’re grey and piercing like a shiny bullet.
“I don’t taste like sugar,” Furiosa says, with a shake of her head.
Capable swallows thick. “No, you’d taste of motor oil and sand,” she agrees, voice hoarse. Her throat is parched; she’s forgotten how to look away from Furiosa’s lips. “But still sweet.”
She leans in, just to prove herself right.
Furiosa lets her, with hunger.