I want to hear from you... something about our space AU. Hear me out. I challenge you to write about at least one of your boys. They've been on Sarake'd's ship with him for a few months now. So at that point, write what your OC imagines their future will be. And then write what it actually ends up being.
āYou can have the stars.ā
It was a tiny thing Sarakeād had told him when he had given Mateudj his holo-paint pad, but the words had been treasured as much as the gift itself.Ā Ā Mateudj had neverbeen allowed anything that was his. He and his brothers had been borninto a systematic oppression that made their race little more thanslaves. Products, not people, to be sold to the deepest pockets then passed off when the novelty was gone. He had known no other life than one as a sex toy to the rich who had even stooped to taking his legs. You didnāt offer your toys anything. Sarakeād had done nothing but give. Freedom, a home, a holo-pad, his own room with a lock, and the most surreal of all was his apparent care and affection. As a result the tiny kernel of hope Mateudj had always managed to keep deep inside was starting to grow into a full fledged flame. He couldnāt be sure what the future would hold but he didnāt want to be anywhere but this ship, he wanted to paint and map every journey. He wanted those stars, and he was starting to think he could actually have them.
āYouārebasically my kidā
Sedj had no idea what to do with someone who had no interest in himself or his brothers in a sexual manner. Sex was a language and currency he understood when dealing with people other than his brothers, more than that it was something he enjoyed immensely, despite his past. Sarakeādās rejection had stung and made him more than a little suspicious, no one had said no to him before unless they had other designs in mind. Sarakeād did nothing but treat all of them like his own. He fussed, he set rules and he scolded when those rules were broken but he never did anything to actually discourage anything they had an interest in. Ā He had even complimented his skill at dance though the style was far from respectable. It made Sedj wonder if he couldnāt just carry on with his preferred hobbies in a more legalized and regulated form. There were plenty of systems where whoring and dancing were respectable and even protected professions. He had awhile yet to consider however since as far as he knew he and his brothers still didnāt exist on any record and these things would take time. He was surprised to find he did believe Sarakeād would find a way to make them real people.
āEverything is good. Youāre safe now.ā
Madje was a soldax, larger than a great many humanoids and a battle scarred gladiator besides. He had never been told he was safe before and he most certainly never would have believed it. Yet Sarakeād had proven it several times already. He had gotten rid of the man that had bought them last. He stayed with them when Mateudj nearly died of food poisoning. He had even gotten them something like justice for the footage of their beatings and rapes. Ā With Sarakeād they were actually safe, Madje could trust his brothersā with the older man. That left Madje able to consider his own future. He knew what he wanted,It was the one thing he had always wanted as clichĆ© and stupid as he had always considered it. Burying it deep under the need to survive and keep his brothers safe, even happy, to the best of his ability. He wanted someone or even someones who could love him and care for him just as much as he could for them. He could do any work that required strength and could go anywhere as long as he knew his brothers were safe.
With Ā Sarakeād they had hope.
They had futures.
