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Title: Bring me the horizon
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Pairing: Cheedo/The Dag
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG
Warning: implies rape and violence
AN: refers to the incident in the Furiosa Comic (but no knowledge needed ^^)
Challenge: Drabbletag 7 - horizon
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daswaisenhaus - [#_2130] Jede Wunde ist 'ne Story, also weiter Scherben essen
The Dag stands at a window and looks out to the sandy desert. The sun is setting slowly and a dry wind is blowing. Though it’s not cold (it’s never cold) she is shivering, her muscles still trembling, and she still has the taste of blood on her tongue.
When a noise can be heard, she stiffens but doesn’t move.
“I’m sorry,” the soft voice of Cheedo reaches The Dag’s ear, and she releases a breath she wasn’t aware of holding.
“Don’t be. It was my own decision,” the blonde answers, and it’s true that she doesn’t regret speaking out for Cheedo.
Soft steps approach until the brown hair of the younger wife appears next to her. “Did he hurt you bad?”
“He always does.” The words are spoken without scorn, but simply as a fact.
Cheedo sighs and leans her head on the bony shoulders of the other woman.
The Dag nods to the horizon and Cheedo follows her gaze. “One day we’re gonna run away. We’ll chase the sun, to a place where no one can hurt us anymore,” the blonde whispers so only Cheedo can hear her.
She frowns. “But there’s nothing but vastness.”
The Dag smiles. “Exactly.”
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Pairing: Cheedo/The Dag
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG
Warning: implies rape and violence
AN: refers to the incident in the Furiosa Comic (but no knowledge needed ^^)
Challenge: Drabbletag 7 - horizon
Challenge:
daswaisenhaus - [#_2130] Jede Wunde ist 'ne Story, also weiter Scherben essen The Dag stands at a window and looks out to the sandy desert. The sun is setting slowly and a dry wind is blowing. Though it’s not cold (it’s never cold) she is shivering, her muscles still trembling, and she still has the taste of blood on her tongue.
When a noise can be heard, she stiffens but doesn’t move.
“I’m sorry,” the soft voice of Cheedo reaches The Dag’s ear, and she releases a breath she wasn’t aware of holding.
“Don’t be. It was my own decision,” the blonde answers, and it’s true that she doesn’t regret speaking out for Cheedo.
Soft steps approach until the brown hair of the younger wife appears next to her. “Did he hurt you bad?”
“He always does.” The words are spoken without scorn, but simply as a fact.
Cheedo sighs and leans her head on the bony shoulders of the other woman.
The Dag nods to the horizon and Cheedo follows her gaze. “One day we’re gonna run away. We’ll chase the sun, to a place where no one can hurt us anymore,” the blonde whispers so only Cheedo can hear her.
She frowns. “But there’s nothing but vastness.”
The Dag smiles. “Exactly.”
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