Dec 14, 2016
@heirtothecitadel /// liked for a starter.
❝It's so hot my paws are sweating. I haven't moved in days.❞
❝Got any ice?❞
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@heirtothecitadel /// liked for a starter.
❝It's so hot my paws are sweating. I haven't moved in days.❞
❝Got any ice?❞
@heirtothecitadel // continued. That had not been the response he had been looking for. He frowned a little, chewed his lip, gauged her motive, weighed his options. She seemed so genuine, like she would die if she wasn't given her freedom. It tugged at him. Everything did. He was far too empathetic for a world like this. Most wanted to get out of here. Practically everyone except the War Boys wanted to hotfoot it out of there. There was no place to go. Nothing but an irradiated desert for miles and miles, a blond oblivion in every direction. The Citadel was a rock but the Wastes were a hard place. And there was Candy and the Pups, he couldn't up and leave. He had a contract. "I'm not saying no," he asserted diplomatically, pulling her arm over his shoulder in an old MFP move he he could barely remember. "but I don't have driving clearance, you're sick and there's nothing out there any better than here." He was fully prepared to round her up, take her back up the lift and hand her off to the Organic Mechanic. That would give her a fighting chance at least. Goose went to snake his arm around her waist as another point of contact only to be met with something immovable, firm but not completely hard. Something large. A tumor? No. If it was a tumor that large she probably wouldn't be on her feet. Someone would have caught that already. She was the Immortan's daughter. "Are you pregnant?"
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♡ = Hugging.
The second the lift started, his stoic bored composure evaporated. His eyes grew to the size of small saucers and his arms flew around her in the manner a child would grab for their mother when they’re frightened. Never in his life had he seen such a creation of man. Never in his life had he been this goddamn high.
He shut his eyes and clutched at her frantically, heart beating violently like a rabbit with its leg caught in a trap trying to escape with all its power. Only, Youth felt like if he moved an inch he’d fall off and subsequently die. It was like something out of a nightmare, surreally horrifying and until this point believed by him to be impossible.
When the whirring finally ended he opened one eye, and then the other, slowly loosening his grip on her.
❝That thing is terrifying,❞ he asserted. ❝do you strap men to it and send them up and down until they die of shock? It seems like an effective way to kill somebody.❞
“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”
❝Are you sure?❞ He nervously kneeled next to her, a genuine look of concern in his eyes. Being concerned was his job. Being a mother wasn’t easy.
❝I can carry you if you need me to.❞
@heirtothecitadel /// liked for a starter.
❝What kind of place is this? I'm frightened.❞
He didn't sound very frightened. His voice was soft, effeminate and monotone. Not much genuinely scared him. What frightened him was being separated from Wez for more than 25 minutes.
@heirtothecitadel continued from here
He was a little taken back by her comment, and the offering of the brush. People with hair usually didn't appreciate having it touched. There was a handful of times where his hands had gotten swatted away for the curiosity. Very gently, he slowly dragged the brush through her hair.
"I don't have hair, so, I don't know how this feels. Hopefully it's not painful."
“I did NOT mean to fall on you.”
“Don’t gotta be sorry of nothing Miss! I’ve had much heavier people fall onto me, and I lived to tell the tale. Don’t worry about it too much.”
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