techiehux:
With a yelp, Techie crouches down on the floor and covers his head with his arms protectively, an instinct tightly held. He shakes as Hux approaches. “H-Hux… I’m sorry! I’m s-so s-sorry!”
In Techie’s mind, the best course of action is always to apologize profusely and hope the beating won’t be too bad. Whether there will be a beating or not this time is irrelevant. He’ll still cry and apologize (mostly out of habit).
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I can’t believe this…
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Such a stark contrast between the brothers: Armitage, standing tall with perfect posture, his hands, gloved and folded behind his back… and Techie, huddled in a ball, a nervous wreck –
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I’d heard rumors whispered in the shadows that my brother, my own flesh and blood, was stalking through the night like a common harlot. ❞
❝ …But do you know what I said to those petty gossips? That despite his timidity, my brother had honor. That he would never dare to sling mud upon our family name – upon my name!
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He hesitantly removed his arms from his head, gazing up at his brother with wet, narrowed eyes. “F-fuck you,” Techie snaps. “I n-never asked to be a Hux!” Though his words are heated, the full-body tremors don’t stop, and his eyes well up again with tears.
He can’t get any fucking peace no matter where he goes; The Hux name follows him around like a foul stench that’s seeped into his pores.
“Techie” isn’t any better, but it’s the only other name he’s got. Won’t go by “William Hux” ever again, that’s for sure.
As quickly as he can manage, Techie stands up to his full height and regards his brother with caution. To add insult to injury, he says, “I just wanted to g-get laid. But I’m sure you don’t know anything about that!”
He’s digging his own grave at this point, but Techie no longer cares. Being a human doormat gets exhausting.
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