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wintersday) wrote2021-05-17 08:05 pm
wintersday) wrote2021-05-17 08:05 pm
Fic: Two Mad Max gen drabbles
Title: Two drabbles: History & A Bargain
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Major Characters/Pairings: Toast, Furiosa
Wordcount: Two 100 word drabbles
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary:
Content notes: Both of these were originally written as giftfic for Snickfic on AO3.
The world ended — how many years ago? Toast should know. Miss Giddy told her, and she can’t have forgotten. She’s got a head for numbers, facts. Things don’t slip away from her so easily.
History People tattoo what they know on their skin. While they live, nothing can take it from them. After they die, they’ll be books. A thread stretches back, and onward. These things, Toast is sure enough of to record in ink: the cities are gone. The Wasteland endures. Some of the Dag’s seeds still germinate. The mountains have changed.
The world ended how many years ago?
In Gastown, that low, dirty tangle of pipes and refinery fires, everything that exists for selling is sold. Toast is here for relics. Furiosa’s here because Toast doesn’t look like someone who’ll put a bullet through a man’s eye without flinching — and she isn’t, yet. She'll do it, but she’ll flinch.
So Furiosa’s here for her, standing shadow-close as she haggles for something useless and precious: Leather, this. Barely even eaten. Genuine words inside.
Desert Gardening, that barely-eaten cover says. The Dag hopes it’ll help. Furiosa doubts. Toast just knows she wants a future with more than bullets in it.
Fandom: Mad Max: Fury Road
Major Characters/Pairings: Toast, Furiosa
Wordcount: Two 100 word drabbles
Rating: PG
POV: Third person
Summary:
Content notes: Both of these were originally written as giftfic for Snickfic on AO3.
History (Toast, gen, Time is strange, in the Wasteland.)
The world ended — how many years ago? Toast should know. Miss Giddy told her, and she can’t have forgotten. She’s got a head for numbers, facts. Things don’t slip away from her so easily.
History People tattoo what they know on their skin. While they live, nothing can take it from them. After they die, they’ll be books. A thread stretches back, and onward. These things, Toast is sure enough of to record in ink: the cities are gone. The Wasteland endures. Some of the Dag’s seeds still germinate. The mountains have changed.
The world ended how many years ago?
A Bargain (Toast & Furiosa, gen, Toast finds something that might or might not prove valuable)
In Gastown, that low, dirty tangle of pipes and refinery fires, everything that exists for selling is sold. Toast is here for relics. Furiosa’s here because Toast doesn’t look like someone who’ll put a bullet through a man’s eye without flinching — and she isn’t, yet. She'll do it, but she’ll flinch.
So Furiosa’s here for her, standing shadow-close as she haggles for something useless and precious: Leather, this. Barely even eaten. Genuine words inside.
Desert Gardening, that barely-eaten cover says. The Dag hopes it’ll help. Furiosa doubts. Toast just knows she wants a future with more than bullets in it.