* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ...

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ﹠. 𝘞𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 .ᐟ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

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[DepressedBergman @DannyDrinksWine]

On this day, 10 years ago, George Miller's "Mad Max: Fury Road" (2015) premiered in Hollywood, California.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

"Did you rest?"

She knows what his answer will be. What his answer always is.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

She lets out a soft snort, studying him for a moment -- maybe for a bit too long this time. She pulls her eyes away and directs them to the dunes with a burning face that she tries to hide in a shoulder.

Nothing writhes for her but the heat coming off the sand. +

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

A noise bubbles up in his throat, somewhere between satisfaction and revulsion. Push and pull, his body still unsure what to do with contact that isn’t hostile.

❝ No. Sounded…alive. ❞

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

She keeps her hand there, despite the tension she can feel rippling beneath her palm. She is patient, determined. She scoots a bit closer, and her fingers soothe a pattern over his shoulderblade -- urging him to relax.

"Sorry. Did it bother you?"

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

dancing in the dunes. A bad sign, maybe. Capable shouldn’t be touching him. She might get infected with his curse.

❝ You — mm. Snore. ❞

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

She blinks awake, rubbing sleep and grit from her eyes -- pushing into a solid sit.

A hand reaches out ... retracts, hesitates ... continues on its path to Max's shoulder where she'd been drooling, brows knitting out of concern.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

A flash of red across his vision, hands suddenly scrambling for something to defend himself with. Mercy in his ear, begging him to save her.

Only belatedly does he realize it’s just Capable. It’s just the rig. A slow exhale, settling back into his seat.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Elbows him in the face and keeps sleeping. Shh.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

Mm.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

But he chose to stay with you?

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

…Dog owned himself.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

He had a dog?

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

Sometimes he misses Dog.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

"Could use that now," she huffs in frustration, the scarf really only serving to coat the glass in a muddy film now.

"Could use a lot of things. Instead, we killed the world. Now we can't see."

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

Max sinks into the sand beside her, squinting up at the sun. Late afternoon, maybe. Probably. Glory dances in the distance, laughing at him, beckoning him out. It’s worse during the day.

❝ Used to have…mm. Liquid. Cleaned glasses. ❞ A shrug.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Looking up, blinking a bit before reaching out and taking it.

Spitting on the scarf end and rubbing at the wind-calcified chunks even harder.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

Holding out the end of his scarf.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Painstakingly scratching at the sandy residue stuck to the lenses of her goggles.

[ً @holyaches]

why do we have to know the cold agony of loss， the insidious poison of obsession， the soft light of wishing， the unbearable pain of despair; then the hope to embrace it all with open arms?

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Her movements are all very slow, deliberate -- as if she's dealing with a frightened animal that would flee at any moment.

She reaches out to rest her hand on his shoulder, her touch feather-light.

"Max?"

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

He fights the urge to shy away, shifting ever so slightly to make space for her.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Blinking down at him, frowning.

Slowly sinking to her knees beside him.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

Blinking up at her, groaning.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Nudges his ribs with her foot.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

face down in the sand. hn.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Sleepy.

Finding @MADR0CKATANSKY. Curling into his side. Warm. Safe.

Home.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

@MADR0CKATANSKY // I dry heal baby I love pain I LOVEEEE PAINNNNNNN

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Then ... let her help.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

He knows why. Can feel the individual letters and everything.

[* 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 ... @C0UNTTHEC0ST]

Need to see why his back is hot.

[‍ ‍ ‍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐆 ⨾ 𝐌𝐀𝐗 ‍ ‍ ‍ @MADR0CKATANSKY]

…strip?