[It's not just a machine, which is sacred enough, it's her machine. The Boss' arm. How could he treat it with anything less than total respect he has for his Imperator?
He sets it aside carefully, out of the way of any tussling that might happen. She slides in close as he puts it down and he wraps one arm around her waist again, her ribs feeling almost bare without her metal arm bracing wrapped there anymore.
He leans back on his other hand, taking a deep, slow breath through his nose.]
No. Might make you tough, surviving them. Doesn't keep the sickness at bay.
[All of her crew seems to respect, even revere her, in a way she doesn't always know how to accept. Maybe that's part of why she's been so fiercely devoted to their protection. People, especially men, have taken a great deal from her. These men give to her.
Ace's reverence is a cut above the other crew, though. It's a part of him, same as his pale eyes and the black stain on his hands, and when he shows it, it's because he gives a damn about the people he's using it for, whether he's Witnessing a dying war boy or handling her arm. She sighs against his skin and rubs her cheek against his sternum. The fuzz of her hair might tickle his skin.]
That's one true thing we know, at least. Sickness is worse than war. [Her right hand slides to his waist in an unhurried caress.] But you're still here. I'm glad.
[Ace has lived long enough to realise there is no glory in going out Chrome unless your death gives your Crew the best possible outcome. Going out Chrome just to go out Chrome... was rust. A warboy's life was not his to just throw away. It belonged to his Imperator. To the Immortan.
Maybe those should be the other way around in his head. He doesn't worry about it.]
Can't go leaving you. We finally got this thing working smooth. Chrome.
[He doesn't mean this specifically, her on his lap and heavy and sweet as aqua-cola.
He gives a small huff of laughter as her hair tickles over his skin.]
[Furiosa appreciates the sentiment, but she might beg to differ about some of that. She wouldn't claim any of her crew's lives as hers, for all that she refers to them as 'her boys' on a regular basis. There's a fine line between claiming a person as intimate friend or family and claiming them as a possession.
It may be a line she treads now and again, where her favorites are concerned, though. If feeling he belongs to her will keep Ace alive and beside her, she won't argue.
Immortan can't have him, though.]
Mmm. Couldn't do it without you. [She agrees, purring against his ribcage. That's quite possibly true. She's determined enough to carve herself a path to what she wants no matter what, but it wouldn't work the way it does without his calming influence on the boys.
She glances up at the laugh, eyes twinkling, and straightens again, going in for a few light kisses on his jaw, while tugging her own shirt loose from the corset.] You did so good with the arm, you want to help me with the rest?
((ooc: Just as an aside, I'm happy to fade to black if you like shipping but aren't comfortable with smut. But I'm also delighted to play smut, too.))
[Ace knows all Warboys are owned by multiple tiers of people.
And that's okay. Because she's probably the top tier of his listing.
His hand moves over her back, her shoulder, her head again to feel that soft fuzz of hair and then blinks down at her and starts to grin slowly.] Yeah? Sounds shine, boss.
[He sits up a bit more, so he can stop leaning on his hand and instead start working on her buckles, carefully undoing them.
((ooc: it's been a while since I did this, but I'm willing to try?))]
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Date: 2016-09-06 10:11 am (UTC)He sets it aside carefully, out of the way of any tussling that might happen. She slides in close as he puts it down and he wraps one arm around her waist again, her ribs feeling almost bare without her metal arm bracing wrapped there anymore.
He leans back on his other hand, taking a deep, slow breath through his nose.]
No. Might make you tough, surviving them. Doesn't keep the sickness at bay.
[He knows. He's seen enough deaths.]
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Date: 2016-09-08 02:03 am (UTC)Ace's reverence is a cut above the other crew, though. It's a part of him, same as his pale eyes and the black stain on his hands, and when he shows it, it's because he gives a damn about the people he's using it for, whether he's Witnessing a dying war boy or handling her arm. She sighs against his skin and rubs her cheek against his sternum. The fuzz of her hair might tickle his skin.]
That's one true thing we know, at least. Sickness is worse than war. [Her right hand slides to his waist in an unhurried caress.] But you're still here. I'm glad.
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Date: 2016-09-08 01:33 pm (UTC)Maybe those should be the other way around in his head. He doesn't worry about it.]
Can't go leaving you. We finally got this thing working smooth. Chrome.
[He doesn't mean this specifically, her on his lap and heavy and sweet as aqua-cola.
He gives a small huff of laughter as her hair tickles over his skin.]
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Date: 2016-09-10 02:12 am (UTC)It may be a line she treads now and again, where her favorites are concerned, though. If feeling he belongs to her will keep Ace alive and beside her, she won't argue.
Immortan can't have him, though.]
Mmm. Couldn't do it without you. [She agrees, purring against his ribcage. That's quite possibly true. She's determined enough to carve herself a path to what she wants no matter what, but it wouldn't work the way it does without his calming influence on the boys.
She glances up at the laugh, eyes twinkling, and straightens again, going in for a few light kisses on his jaw, while tugging her own shirt loose from the corset.] You did so good with the arm, you want to help me with the rest?
((ooc: Just as an aside, I'm happy to fade to black if you like shipping but aren't comfortable with smut. But I'm also delighted to play smut, too.))
((sorry, I caught the plague for a while))
Date: 2016-09-13 11:06 am (UTC)And that's okay. Because she's probably the top tier of his listing.
His hand moves over her back, her shoulder, her head again to feel that soft fuzz of hair and then blinks down at her and starts to grin slowly.]
Yeah? Sounds shine, boss.
[He sits up a bit more, so he can stop leaning on his hand and instead start working on her buckles, carefully undoing them.
((ooc: it's been a while since I did this, but I'm willing to try?))]