https://t.co/tCo3vNqc3S sorry for the delay in replies; i've been enjoying my semester break unwinding before my classes pick up again for the next month! in the meantime i've been playing the mad max game.
https://t.co/tCo3vNqc3S brewing up a little playlist and thinking of headcanons for cheedo this night. might post the playlist when it's serviceable lol
@immortansbride "ophelia, what is a rampion?"
featherlight fingers ghost over the page of the book clutched in her hands. she tilts her head in curiosity, a black lock of hair falling into her eyes before she quickly brushes it away.
"look here. i've never heard of it before."
those words inspire like nothing else; tinge her cheeks apple red. the girl looks up at her then, sits up slowly from her lap, black eyes half-bright with unshed tears.
she holds her gaze, steadily as she ever has.
"do you really believe that, angharad?"
โ you ? you will teach them all .
this pure soul of yours is
incomparable, but I am sure
that you will share a little of
it . everywhere you go , you
leave a little of it . โ
a soft pat to her own sternum , nodding .
โ weโll be okay . โ
( ... )
all is quiet. her throat goes dry as she tries to think of that near future; that someday future where they will raise angharad's child in the green place.
where, just maybe, she can be good for something.
a soft and silent nod. she feels her eyes slip closed again as angharad traces patterns through her hair.
"you'll teach them to be brave. toast will teach them resourcefulness. capable will teach them kindness. dag will teach them so many curious words. and i... i..."
( ... )
she settles as angharad tucks her hair back like a mother. at least, cheedo thinks she vaguely remembers receiving this kind of affection when she was small.
she thinks of the dag in the next moment, her expression becoming more pensive.
"i hope they always tell the truth."
โ a smart mouth only gets you
trouble , hm . โ
a quiet chuckle , placing a gentle hand upon the otherโs darker locks , brushing hair behind her ear .
โ weโll see what will come . โ
the younger can't help but linger and rest there, listening intently with each breath.
"no, their mother is much too smart and kind. i'm sure they'll be the same."
opening her eyes slowly, she smiles up at angharad with a rare brilliance that belies her shy nature.
โ good . heโs been quiet
lately . or she , I hope itโs a
little she , a little dummy .
or โโ whatever . โ
a small smile , glancing downwards to the other .
ever so delicately tucks her hair away, presses her ear to pale linen and skin, closes her eyes.
"i hear something," she whispers.
water; the giver of life. cheedo thinks this may have been what miss giddy described as an "ocean" sounded like.
thumbing through the worn pages of a treasury of fairytales. black oil eyes trace the familiar pages while a bemused smile curves the corners of her soft mouth.
a literate & descriptive portrayal of CHEEDO THE FRAGILE from MAD MAX: FURY ROAD. written by wander, 27, she/her. crossover friendly. canon compliant with film & comics. multiverse. nsfw themes present. mdni. #madmaxrp