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jeriendhal's prompt and set very early in the Faerie Apocalypse, maybe late 2012.
"Seriously, Ann?" Ted let his eyes trail over the concoction of leather and rags in front of him and the corresponding leather and rags set in two piles in front of him. "There was a major war. That's all." He picked up the shirt-like item, which looked like it had been mistakenly rescued from the rag bin, or possibly from a mechanic's back pocket. "Sure, things fell to crap. That doesn't mean we have to dress like extras from a Mad Max movie."
"Hear me out."
Ann and Ladry had been Ted's crewmates back in Addergoole. They'd shared a room - and a few other things - for a couple years, but once they'd graduated, they'd split.
He'd woken up a week ago to find Landry on his doorstep, and this morning Ann had appeared, carrying duffle bags in which, it appeared, she'd stashed the entire costume department of several post-apoaclyptic movies.
Some part of Ted, some part of him that didn't want to think too hard about this whole thing, acknowledged that in an outfit that was more straps than shirt, Ann looked really good. Better than she had in school. Better than she had when they'd first met, on the plane, back when there were planes. Better than she'd looked that one time he saw her in college.
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jeriendhal's prompt and set very early in the Faerie Apocalypse, maybe late 2012."Seriously, Ann?" Ted let his eyes trail over the concoction of leather and rags in front of him and the corresponding leather and rags set in two piles in front of him. "There was a major war. That's all." He picked up the shirt-like item, which looked like it had been mistakenly rescued from the rag bin, or possibly from a mechanic's back pocket. "Sure, things fell to crap. That doesn't mean we have to dress like extras from a Mad Max movie."
"Hear me out."
Ann and Ladry had been Ted's crewmates back in Addergoole. They'd shared a room - and a few other things - for a couple years, but once they'd graduated, they'd split.
He'd woken up a week ago to find Landry on his doorstep, and this morning Ann had appeared, carrying duffle bags in which, it appeared, she'd stashed the entire costume department of several post-apoaclyptic movies.
Some part of Ted, some part of him that didn't want to think too hard about this whole thing, acknowledged that in an outfit that was more straps than shirt, Ann looked really good. Better than she had in school. Better than she had when they'd first met, on the plane, back when there were planes. Better than she'd looked that one time he saw her in college.
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