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1. Forehead kiss
Milkweed smiled down at Nux. He looked pale under his war paint, sickly, the lumps on his windpipe chewing at him worse than usual. Milkweed cupped his face between her hands, looking deep into his blue eyes, and brushed her dry lips over his forehead. “How are you feeling?”
*offers werewolf Nux* what do you want to do with this nerd?
So! Maybe he gets into Beetle's apartment full wolf and starts raiding her kitchen for meat. She wakes up the next morning and finds him passed out on her floor w/ his clothes all fucked up (or not there at all. Dunno how his werewolf thing works). There's muddy pawprints all over the place and scratch marks on her floor?? She hardly knows this guy and is very confused. Bonus if she startles him when he wakes up and his eyes do the werewolf thing.
“Why are we pretending this is nothing?”
“Because it’s easier.” Milkweed looks at him with softness in her eyes. “Easier to just ignore things, than to acknowledge the trouble they could bring.”
Lived long enough to become the villain
Milkweed sauntered up to him, the child, her son, balanced on her hip. The arrogance of the princess, the beloved heir, was clear in her face, a sneer on her full lips, pale eyes flashing. With her spare hand, she pushed back a glossy braid of her, staring down at the War Boy in front of her, the few extra inches of height she had over him making her seem to tower over him. “What do you think you’re looking at?”
barely-a-war-boy replied to your post:Important Question. Is the Mad Max rp fandom dead?
Not yet, there’s a handful of us still here
Okay, cool. I’m trying to determine who’s here and not so I can come back and try again
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➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead
Dear Nux,
I don’t know if you’re going to get this. I don’t have any way to make sure that you do. Anyway, if you’re reading this, something went wrong. Something went real wrong, and I’m dead. I hope I’ve gone to your Valhalla. Maybe I’m with my Mama again, and the rest of them.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was, I’m still so proud of you. You were a good friend, one of the best. And you’re going to do something great, I know it. You’re not just any War Boy. So hold on, alright? Keep fighting. Keep trying. Some day, if they’re all right about Valhalla or whatever, I’ll see you again, probably.
PS. You can have my car. Don’t let anyone else take it.
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
Milkweed looked up at him, eyes rimmed red from tears. “It’s hard to think anyone does.” Her voice was soft. “But maybe you do.”
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[five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.]
The first time Max wanted to hit Nux was when he was driving his damn car like an idiot. He had nearly gotten them killed, for fuck sake.
The second time came quickly after the first, the very moment he saw his face again after the crash. But Max wasn’t going to hit someone who couldn’t feel it. He did try to bite his hand off, though.
The third time was when Nux was chattering excitedly, incessantly about utter nonsense. It was grinding on his nerves. His head hurt.
The fourth time was when Nux tried to take his jacket a second time - as if it were something to be shared.
The time he did was after they had finally outrun them. It was a short moment of rest. The kid had done right by them. The punch was a lot gentler than he had ever imagined previously it would be. It was friendly. It was kind. A small gesture of “you did good”. The fifth time he wanted to punch Nux was when he was gone. He really would have done it too, if he were still there and breathing.
