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Came for the awesome muse, stayed for the ship that is EMOTIONALLY DESTROYING ME.

// OMG! 

That ship! 

Lemme tell u, I was planning to make her lesbian but then chemistry happened so I made her bi :D 

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      She nodded, looking out the window, her head resting against it. “I don’t believe that either. We can... we can all be good. Just... people choose to be not good.” 

     “The apocalypse just brought out the worst in people, I suppose,” she murmured, switching her gaze to the road. “Some use the fact that there aren’t many animals as an excuse for eating humans. But that implies that humans are no better than livestock, and I don’t believe that.”

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      She curled up on the seat, hugging her legs to her chest, looking outside for a sign of her father. There was none. “I don’t get it... We’re all the same.”

     She chuckled and glanced at the girl. “Apparently human flesh is very sweet,” she said, “but I refuse to touch it. Just the thought of it makes me sick. I don’t understand how humans could eat each other.”

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“Glad you like it, lover,” she said with a soft smile, nuzzling his chest softly, breathing in his scent. 

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

Robbie smiled, patting a spot on the couch beside him. “C’mere.”

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” she mock-pouted, sliding her arms around his waist for a hug. 

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

Robbie smiled, patting a spot on the couch beside him. “C’mere.”

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She chuckled and tried to tickle him, poking his ribs softly. 

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

Robbie smiled, patting a spot on the couch beside him. “C’mere.”

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      Emma climbed in the rig with some difficulty, she wasn’t exactly tall for her age. She would need better nutrition to grow more. Once inside, she shut the door and nodded. 

      “Avoid those covered in greasepaint, gotcha,” she said with a small nod. She made a face at the mention of human flesh. “Who... who would eat human flesh? That’s disgusting!” 

     Furiosa smiled and hopped inside of the Rig, reaching over to open the other door for the girl. The wives would be absolutely delighted to have a little girl to take care of, and another black mark would be taken off of her record. It was perfect.

     “There are a few things you need to know about the Citadel,” she said, as she started up the vehicle. “First, you must stay away from the War Boys and War Pups. They’re the sickly looking creatures covered in greasepaint. They respect me, but they don’t respect a little girl. There’s also a handful of them that enjoy the taste of human flesh.”

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She rolled her eyes before she pecked his cheek softly. “Sweet talker.” 

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

Robbie smiled, patting a spot on the couch beside him. “C’mere.”

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She plopped down on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder. “Hi, there...” 

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

Robbie smiled, patting a spot on the couch beside him. “C’mere.”

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Lost in Time. Phoebe Tonkin and Teresa Palmer photographed by Will Davidson for Vogue Australia March 2015.

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Emma growled a little. She wouldn’t admit that she felt jealous, but she did feel very jealous and possessive. She didn’t like the idea of Robbie finding someone better and leaving her, even though she wouldn’t fight if that was the case. “Maybe some PDA would discourage them...” 

"What the fuck was that about?" Emma demanded once the other person started to walk away, turning towards Robbie. She felt jealous, so deeply jealous.

“I don’t know… girls do that all the time after races. Believe me. The last thing I want is anyone but you. Okay?” In all honesty, he’d tried to tell the girl flirting with him in every possible way he wasn’t interested, but she never got the hint.

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She lifted her hips from the bed and helped him push the jeans down her legs, kicking them off as soon as possible. “I’m gonna hold you to it.” 

"Alright, I guess I'll go fuck myself then."

“Alright, alright. I’m coming to bed.”

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She smiled, a low moan rising from her throat as he said those words. She squirmed, needing to feel him, her hand going to the back of his head and stroking it. “I kinda like that plan... I’ll like it more if you let me return the favor later...” 

"Alright, I guess I'll go fuck myself then."

“Alright, alright. I’m coming to bed.”

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She nodded and took the canteen, gulping as much water as she dared. She handed it back to him, wiping her mouth. Thirst was a constant sensation, as was hunger. She hated it, never feeling like she had her fill. “A new home,” she said with wonder. 

Johnny unscrewed the cap off his canteen, taking a deep gulp before passing it to his young daughter. She was all he had left now…and he’d do anything to keep her safe. “You will…I promise. We’re gonna find us a new home.”