[He - doesn't believe her. His eyes stay narrow and searching past her for a long minute. He hasn't known her long, but something's different. Something's off. He can almost smell the change in her, something... he can't place it. Something that sets him off, makes him want to protect, makes him want to keep her safe.
Keep her safe. When he's a Galra slave and she's a queen that's just about to send him to hell with a twitch of her wrist.
He looks back down at her as she moves. Is she - glowing? Just a little? Like - fireflies or campfire sparks. What does 'a drop too much' mean? He doesn't like the idea of going back into immobility but he likes it even less when something's changed and he doesn't know what it is. His eyebrows stay low over his eyes.
What if it is a trap? What is he supposed to do about it? Knock her out and run? Where exactly? He can. He's just - not that desperate. Not yet. She's still promised him a ship and the stars. A goal. A mission. He exhales low through his nose and looks back down at her hands and the cords in them.
And he gets on his knees in front of her. Inhale. Exhale through his teeth. He can do this. He holds himself tight and straight. He's done worse. One more roll of his shoulders and he pulls his arms back into the position they'd been in when he'd first been delivered to her, trying to settle them in a way that the current from the bracelet won't dislocate his shoulder if he writhes too hard while tied that way. A hard swallow and he looks up at her, face tight, eyes narrow, brows down. The screaming in the back of his mind has already started and nothing's even been done to him yet. A short, sharp nod. The sooner they start the sooner he can stop.]
lol I do it often enought too. it's all good
Keep her safe. When he's a Galra slave and she's a queen that's just about to send him to hell with a twitch of her wrist.
He looks back down at her as she moves. Is she - glowing? Just a little? Like - fireflies or campfire sparks. What does 'a drop too much' mean? He doesn't like the idea of going back into immobility but he likes it even less when something's changed and he doesn't know what it is. His eyebrows stay low over his eyes.
What if it is a trap? What is he supposed to do about it? Knock her out and run? Where exactly? He can. He's just - not that desperate. Not yet. She's still promised him a ship and the stars. A goal. A mission. He exhales low through his nose and looks back down at her hands and the cords in them.
And he gets on his knees in front of her. Inhale. Exhale through his teeth. He can do this. He holds himself tight and straight. He's done worse. One more roll of his shoulders and he pulls his arms back into the position they'd been in when he'd first been delivered to her, trying to settle them in a way that the current from the bracelet won't dislocate his shoulder if he writhes too hard while tied that way. A hard swallow and he looks up at her, face tight, eyes narrow, brows down. The screaming in the back of his mind has already started and nothing's even been done to him yet. A short, sharp nod. The sooner they start the sooner he can stop.]
All right.