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PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED
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Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird
(Anonymous) 2016-11-04 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird
(Anonymous) 2016-11-04 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird
(Anonymous) 2016-11-04 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)+1 for the accent being an affectation.
Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird
(Anonymous) 2016-11-04 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird
(Anonymous) 2017-01-06 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)There were certain ways of conveying emotion that seemed to carry across species. Something in the way a creature held its head or carried itself that would help someone figure out what they were feeling. It was a useful tool to be able to figure out what a person might be feeling, and it was a skill that Hux had learned a long time ago. He observed the creature. He didn’t want to linger when he fed Hux, he didn’t want to make eye contact, he kept its head down. He seemed nervous, occasionally looking up to look Hux over carefully.
More than that, he didn’t order Hux to speak. He seemed to have realize that his caged bird wasn’t actually singing at all, but had been trying to communicate. Overall, the creature seemed to have figured out that he hadn’t bought an exotic animal, but a foreign sentient.
And if Hux’s observations were accurate, the creature also didn’t seem to know what to do about any of it.
It became obvious when the creature walked in, talking hurriedly in his own language over a communications device. Hux had never seen anything quite like it. It was huge, chunky, with large buttons that prodtruded between the earpiece and mouth-piece. It vaguely resembled communications technology Hux had seen pictures of during history lessons. The creature spoke urgently, Hux still didn’t understand any of the language, but the pace at which he spoke was quicker, sharper. His eyes would flick over at Hux before he would nervously scratch at himself or rub at his eyes.
A few hours after the call, the creature did something new. He brought another archaic object, a book, with actual pages, and set it on the ground by the cage. Hux couldn’t help crouching to look at it. He hadn’t thought anyone still used books. They wasted resources, at least compared with electronic alternatives. He had never seen a real book before, and couldn’t help looking at the flimsy pages his father had once compared him to.
The creature sat outside the cage and thumbed through the pages. They made an odd sound when they rubbed together, one Hux found he enjoyed. The creature paused at a page with a picture of something that looked passably human. The creature looked down, then up at Hux multiple times before he seemed to calm down. Hux arched his brow, trying to get a look at the alphabet, which made no sense to him, and the upside down picture. He reached through the bars to touch the book when the creature gently pushed his hand back. Hux reached again and the creature pushed his hand away once more, chiding him slightly. Hux sighed, “I only wanted to look…ripping up your silly book wouldn’t help either of us.”
The creature studied the pages a little longer. The more he did, the calmer he became. He looked over Hux before heaving a large sigh and opening up the cage.
Hux stepped out and the creature rose slightly, enough to pick Hux up and settle him across the creature’s lap. Hux considered struggling, then the creature held up the book for Hux to look at. The picture was an illustration and the creature in it, while seemingly humanoid, didn’t quite seem…right. Hux couldn’t place it exactly, especially since it was an illustration, but the creature in the picture just didn’t seem human. Hux felt a thick finger prod him in the center of the chest as a word was whispered to him. Then the same finger tapped the picture in the book and repeated, “Min’jen.”
The creature’s tone was oddly satisfied as he closed the book and nuzzled against Hux’s cheek. Hux tried to figure out what exactly the word meant. If he had to guess, the creature had decided that Hux wasn’t a sentient, but whatever sort of animal a ‘minjen’ was. The creature had probably been trying to rule out the possibility that he had bought anything other than a rare animal. Hux felt his heart sink slightly. He had been so close to convincing the creature otherwise…
“Human,” said Hux, pointing at his chest the way the creature had done, “I’m a human.”
The creature gave him more rapid-fire kisses. Hux resisted the urge to groan at that. The creature genuinely cared about him, that much was obvious. If he could just be convinced that Hux wasn’t an animal, surely he would do the right thing. Hux was confident the creature would let him go, or at least try to help him get home if only they could understand each other.
Hux felt himself being picked up again, and to his surprise he wasn’t brought to the nest. The creature brought him out of the room and to the place with the communication console. Once again, it seemed ancient. It wasn’t exactly like the ones Hux had seen images of, but it was close. This planet didn’t seem to have developed as quickly as others. The creature sat Hux down by the monitor. Hux tried to memorize what the creature did to turn his machine on. There seemed to be multiple steps to it, and quite a bit of waiting as the machine started up.
The creature used a device to move some sort of floating icon around the screen. It seemed to be a communications device after all. The creature opened some sort of screen within the screen and after a musical tone, a channel was opened.
Hux blanched as he saw the face of the slaver.
The creature seemed to be smiling as he picked Hux up and settled him across his lap. They spoke the gibberish language, using the word ‘minjen’ frequently. The creature must have been confirming what he had concluded with the slaver, or at least was trying to. Hux felt his face burn, unable the help remembering waking up, practically naked, being collared and dragged out for a crowd of…things to poke and prod at him, sticking their fingers in his mouth, clawing through his hair, pinching and grabbing him before he had a leash clipped to his collar and was forced into a crate. He was let out only to find he'd been released into a cage with a strange creature jabbering at him and snapping its fingers.
If he ever saw the slaver face to face again, Hux would kill him. With his bare hands if he had to…
The creature occasionally appraised him with touches, seemingly at the slaver’s request, looking in Hux’s mouth or counting his ribs, as if these things would confirm his species. Hux glared at the screen. Just when Hux had been making progress, the creature was duped by the slaver, again. His jaw tightened as he wondered how he was going to convince the creature that he wasn’t an animal if they couldn’t understand each other’s language.
Hux felt large fingers tickling under his chin and lips pressing to his hair. It was when the creature kissed his ear that Hux realized how much his hair had grown out. The length wasn’t outlandish, but his hair wasn’t regulation anymore. Hux reached up and tugged a lock of hair over his eye. It was just long enough to be noticeable, which meant he had been here for more than a few weeks…
Hux continued to glare at the screen, “I bet you speak standard perfectly, you son of a bitch.”
The slaver looked down at him quizzically and the creature made its laughing noise. Hux sighed. He supposed he looked like Millicent, chasing moving lights or mewling at holos. Any attempt at growling or snarling was going to be treated as quirky pet-like behaviour.
The screen within the screen closed and Hux felt a heavy hand stroke over his head and down his back. He was glad the slaver was gone, but it made him restless, eager for some sort of payback. Another small screen opened up and a video began playing. It didn’t seem at all like a communication of any sort, just a vid. There was a narration in the gibberish language as the camera feed followed a creature about. It looked nothing like the creature who owned him, but the format was easy to recognize. The creature was watching a sort of documentary.
Hux was confused and worried by the warm feelings he had for the creature. He didn’t feel threatened by it anymore at all. The creature was heavily invested in his well-being. His ‘owner’ was also a curious one, with an interest in life beyond his own planet and other beings who lived in different places. He lazily stroked Hux as he sat back, watching his video, only pausing his petting to pull Hux closer and nuzzle against him.
Hux had never been cuddled. Perhaps he had been as an infant, but if his infancy was anything like his oldest memories, a droid had minded him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever wanting to touch him. Even during sex, it was all about release. Find a discreet place together, get off, pretend it never happened, rinse and repeat. Touch was…touch encouraged weakness. Soldiers could form bonds without it. It encouraged empathy, which hindered judgment. Hux found himself becoming curious. He was stuck here for a good long while. It would take him a long time to figure out how to read the creature’s alphabet and understand his language. He was stuck here, so if something was pleasant, why shouldn’t he enjoy it?
Hux hesitantly pressed against the creature’s girthy neck. It was warm, and he was in a considerably more comfortable position now. The creature let out a noise that sounded like a laugh as he tucked Hux in closer, rubbing over his back. Hux sighed, knowing his words would fall on ears that would never understand, “You know…if you brought me back you could see more humans. Other beings and plants as well…I think you’d like it. You’d have a better console as well.”
The creature cooed at him and patted his back. Hux was too sleepy and too used to being manhandled at this point to really mind being lifted and carried out, the vid still playing behind them. He was brought to another room. Hux recognized some of the boxes inside as preservation units. The creature pulled some fruit from one and held it up for Hux. He sighed again, “Dinner, I guess?”
The creature pressed it against Hux’s lips. Hux took it, knowing it was all he could be getting, but was unable to resist muttering, “I really miss meat…”
Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird
(Anonymous) 2017-01-06 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)The creature had become apprehensive.
There were certain ways of conveying emotion that seemed to carry across species. Something in the way a creature held its head or carried itself that would help someone figure out what they were feeling. It was a useful tool to be able to figure out what a person might be feeling, and it was a skill that Hux had learned a long time ago. He observed the creature. He didn’t want to linger when he fed Hux, he didn’t want to make eye contact, he kept its head down. He seemed nervous, occasionally looking up to look Hux over carefully.
More than that, he didn’t order Hux to speak. He seemed to have realize that his caged bird wasn’t actually singing at all, but had been trying to communicate. Overall, the creature seemed to have figured out that he hadn’t bought an exotic animal, but a foreign sentient.
And if Hux’s observations were accurate, the creature also didn’t seem to know what to do about any of it.
It became obvious when the creature walked in, talking hurriedly in his own language over a communications device. Hux had never seen anything quite like it. It was huge, chunky, with large buttons that prodtruded between the earpiece and mouth-piece. It vaguely resembled communications technology Hux had seen pictures of during history lessons. The creature spoke urgently, Hux still didn’t understand any of the language, but the pace at which he spoke was quicker, sharper. His eyes would flick over at Hux before he would nervously scratch at himself or rub at his eyes.
A few hours after the call, the creature did something new. He brought another archaic object, a book, with actual pages, and set it on the ground by the cage. Hux couldn’t help crouching to look at it. He hadn’t thought anyone still used books. They wasted resources, at least compared with electronic alternatives. He had never seen a real book before, and couldn’t help looking at the flimsy pages his father had once compared him to.
The creature sat outside the cage and thumbed through the pages. They made an odd sound when they rubbed together, one Hux found he enjoyed. The creature paused at a page with a picture of something that looked passably human. The creature looked down, then up at Hux multiple times before he seemed to calm down. Hux arched his brow, trying to get a look at the alphabet, which made no sense to him, and the upside down picture. He reached through the bars to touch the book when the creature gently pushed his hand back. Hux reached again and the creature pushed his hand away once more, chiding him slightly. Hux sighed, “I only wanted to look…ripping up your silly book wouldn’t help either of us.”
The creature studied the pages a little longer. The more he did, the calmer he became. He looked over Hux before heaving a large sigh and opening up the cage.
Hux stepped out and the creature rose slightly, enough to pick Hux up and settle him across the creature’s lap. Hux considered struggling, then the creature held up the book for Hux to look at. The picture was an illustration and the creature in it, while seemingly humanoid, didn’t quite seem…right. Hux couldn’t place it exactly, especially since it was an illustration, but the creature in the picture just didn’t seem human. Hux felt a thick finger prod him in the center of the chest as a word was whispered to him. Then the same finger tapped the picture in the book and repeated, “Min’jen.”
The creature’s tone was oddly satisfied as he closed the book and nuzzled against Hux’s cheek. Hux tried to figure out what exactly the word meant. If he had to guess, the creature had decided that Hux wasn’t a sentient, but whatever sort of animal a ‘minjen’ was. The creature had probably been trying to rule out the possibility that he had bought anything other than a rare animal. Hux felt his heart sink slightly. He had been so close to convincing the creature otherwise…
“Human,” said Hux, pointing at his chest the way the creature had done, “I’m a human.”
The creature gave him more rapid-fire kisses. Hux resisted the urge to groan at that. The creature genuinely cared about him, that much was obvious. If he could just be convinced that Hux wasn’t an animal, surely he would do the right thing. Hux was confident the creature would let him go, or at least try to help him get home if only they could understand each other.
Hux felt himself being picked up again, and to his surprise he wasn’t brought to the nest. The creature brought him out of the room and to the place with the communication console. Once again, it seemed ancient. It wasn’t exactly like the ones Hux had seen images of, but it was close. This planet didn’t seem to have developed as quickly as others. The creature sat Hux down by the monitor. Hux tried to memorize what the creature did to turn his machine on. There seemed to be multiple steps to it, and quite a bit of waiting as the machine started up.
The creature used a device to move some sort of floating icon around the screen. It seemed to be a communications device after all. The creature opened some sort of screen within the screen and after a musical tone, a channel was opened.
Hux blanched as he saw the face of the slaver.
The creature seemed to be smiling as he picked Hux up and settled him across his lap. They spoke the gibberish language, using the word ‘minjen’ frequently. The creature must have been confirming what he had concluded with the slaver, or at least was trying to. Hux felt his face burn, unable the help remembering waking up, practically naked, being collared and dragged out for a crowd of…things to poke and prod at him, sticking their fingers in his mouth, clawing through his hair, pinching and grabbing him before he had a leash clipped to his collar and was forced into a crate. He was let out only to find he'd been released into a cage with a strange creature jabbering at him and snapping its fingers.
If he ever saw the slaver face to face again, Hux would kill him. With his bare hands if he had to…
The creature occasionally appraised him with touches, seemingly at the slaver’s request, looking in Hux’s mouth or counting his ribs, as if these things would confirm his species. Hux glared at the screen. Just when Hux had been making progress, the creature was duped by the slaver, again. His jaw tightened as he wondered how he was going to convince the creature that he wasn’t an animal if they couldn’t understand each other’s language.
Hux felt large fingers tickling under his chin and lips pressing to his hair. It was when the creature kissed his ear that Hux realized how much his hair had grown out. The length wasn’t outlandish, but his hair wasn’t regulation anymore. Hux reached up and tugged a lock of hair over his eye. It was just long enough to be noticeable, which meant he had been here for more than a few weeks…
Hux continued to glare at the screen, “I bet you speak standard perfectly, you son of a bitch.”
The slaver looked down at him quizzically and the creature made its laughing noise. Hux sighed. He supposed he looked like Millicent, chasing moving lights or mewling at holos. Any attempt at growling or snarling was going to be treated as quirky pet-like behaviour.
The screen within the screen closed and Hux felt a heavy hand stroke over his head and down his back. He was glad the slaver was gone, but it made him restless, eager for some sort of payback. Another small screen opened up and a video began playing. It didn’t seem at all like a communication of any sort, just a vid. There was a narration in the gibberish language as the camera feed followed a creature about. It looked nothing like the creature who owned him, but the format was easy to recognize. The creature was watching a sort of documentary.
Hux was confused and worried by the warm feelings he had for the creature. He didn’t feel threatened by it anymore at all. The creature was heavily invested in his well-being. His ‘owner’ was also a curious one, with an interest in life beyond his own planet and other beings who lived in different places. He lazily stroked Hux as he sat back, watching his video, only pausing his petting to pull Hux closer and nuzzle against him.
Hux had never been cuddled. Perhaps he had been as an infant, but if his infancy was anything like his oldest memories, a droid had minded him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever wanting to touch him. Even during sex, it was all about release. Find a discreet place together, get off, pretend it never happened, rinse and repeat. Touch was…touch encouraged weakness. Soldiers could form bonds without it. It encouraged empathy, which hindered judgment. Hux found himself becoming curious. He was stuck here for a good long while. It would take him a long time to figure out how to read the creature’s alphabet and understand his language. He was stuck here, so if something was pleasant, why shouldn’t he enjoy it?
Hux hesitantly pressed against the creature’s girthy neck. It was warm, and he was in a considerably more comfortable position now. The creature let out a noise that sounded like a laugh as he tucked Hux in closer, rubbing over his back. Hux sighed, knowing his words would fall on ears that would never understand, “You know…if you brought me back you could see more humans. Other beings and plants as well…I think you’d like it. You’d have a better console as well.”
The creature cooed at him and patted his back. Hux was too sleepy and too used to being manhandled at this point to really mind being lifted and carried out, the vid still playing behind them. He was brought to another room. Hux recognized some of the boxes inside as preservation units. The creature pulled some fruit from one and held it up for Hux. He sighed again, “Dinner, I guess?”
The creature pressed it against Hux’s lips. Hux took it, knowing it was all he could be getting, but was unable to resist muttering, “I really miss meat…”