During the first few hours of sleep he’d gotten in stars knows how long, Techie had a dreamless, comforting rest. He kept perfectly still and practically fell into a coma… but then slipped in the memories.
MaMa’s face hovering over him, the split second of ice cold terror between her fingers darting towards his eyes and feeling them carving his eyes out of their sockets, screaming, so much screaming, he can’t- HE CAN’T–
Techie awakes with an inhuman shriek and throws off the covers, scrambling to his feet before he can realize where he is.
He nodded, still in shock. “Water,” Techie croaked. As always, his eyes trailed after Hux. Once he had a cool glass in his hands to soothe his parched throat, Techie asked, “Wh-where am I? What is this p-place?” His thick brows were furrowed with mistrust. Family, he’d quickly learned, didn’t always want to help you.
TechieHux 