[He may not be watching her, but he's listening. That much is clear from the way his breaths turn a little rocky. The way his head dips at her requests. Demands. The feel of her hands against his, her lips against his skin- It sears his flesh in a way that the desert sun could never achieve. Is a brand that overwrites all else. And as she presses her cheek to his palm, it's finally enough to drag him back. To have his focus zero in on those points of contact and just what it means for her to allow him this close. To welcome his touch after all she's faced in her life before here.
He said he'd give her everything, and he means it. She already owns his thoughts, his body. Giving over what's left of his soul, his heart-]
Yours. [A slight quirk of his lips, before he's ducking forward again. Foreheads pressed together once more, leaving him free to breathe in Furiosa's exhales. To drown in the feeling of Furiosa's presence. The claim she has over him that he'll never be capable of contesting.]
I already belong to you. Even when I left, that never changed. This world can't undo that.
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He said he'd give her everything, and he means it. She already owns his thoughts, his body. Giving over what's left of his soul, his heart-]
Yours. [A slight quirk of his lips, before he's ducking forward again. Foreheads pressed together once more, leaving him free to breathe in Furiosa's exhales. To drown in the feeling of Furiosa's presence. The claim she has over him that he'll never be capable of contesting.]
I already belong to you. Even when I left, that never changed. This world can't undo that.