askarmitagehux:

Hux was shocked. Why was Bill being like this? Why was he afraid? Did he not recognize him?

He shuddered at the thought that his brother might have been treated so harshly as to influence his memories. He quickly got to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.

“Bill, it’s okay, it’s fine, you’re safe. It’s me. It’s Armitage. Do you remember?… I… I’ve come to get you. You’ll be fine now.”

Wide eyed, he stared up at Hux and took in his appearance; It had been an obscene amount of years, though he couldn’t be sure how many. Time blurred and blended together when you spent all your time locked up in a dim room with only whirring computer parts and blue monitors for company.

Techie reached out and hesitantly brought his fingers up to trace over the curves and lines of his brother’s face. “You l-look the s-same,” he whispered, dazed. It was only partly true. Armitage hadn’t held himself so confidently before, nor had he looked so… severe, and made up of hard lines. When they were kids, he’d been soft and slight. It was a jarring difference.

askarmitagehux:

Hux was shocked. Why was Bill being like this? Why was he afraid? Did he not recognize him?

He shuddered at the thought that his brother might have been treated so harshly as to influence his memories. He quickly got to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.

“Bill, it’s okay, it’s fine, you’re safe. It’s me. It’s Armitage. Do you remember?… I… I’ve come to get you. You’ll be fine now.”

Techie nodded, awestruck, and got up off the ground. His knees were soaked with MaMa’s blood, but he was staring so hard at Armitage that it escaped his notice. Could this really be happening? What he’d dreamed of for years until he’d given up and resigned himself to misery? He followed after his brother on shakey legs and kept flicking his gaze to the trooper, on edge.

askarmitagehux:

Hux was shocked. Why was Bill being like this? Why was he afraid? Did he not recognize him?

He shuddered at the thought that his brother might have been treated so harshly as to influence his memories. He quickly got to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.

“Bill, it’s okay, it’s fine, you’re safe. It’s me. It’s Armitage. Do you remember?… I… I’ve come to get you. You’ll be fine now.”

Techie trembled like a leaf in this man’s arms. Bill? Armitage? The names stirred up something long buried in his chest. Heart aching, he brought to hands up to cradle Armitage’s face. His mechanical eyes focused and refocused on the face in front of him, desperately taking in every detail, so similar and yet different from his own.

In disbelief, he asked, “L-little brother?”

techiehux:

@askarmitagehux

The grip on his wrist was iron-hard as Techie entered into a small, plain room with MaMa, head bowed. There wasn’t any need for her to clamp down on his skin and bruise it. He knew better than to try and escape again, but she’d liked the variety of dark purples and yellows painted over him like a reminder. “You’re mine,” she’d told Techie once, while she slammed her fist into the side of his face, and, for the first time ever, that wouldn’t be true.

He’d be someone else’s.

The entire room was austere and impersonal, perfect for having visitors over to Peach Trees in that it gave away absolutely nothing. First floor, a little past the lobby, and to the direct right. Usually it was empty, but today a hooded figure sat primly on the bed, hand outstretched with credits.

Techie glanced up briefly but his gaze sunk down to the floor once more, as if anchored down. He watched MaMa’s boots, morose.

There was a sound Techie couldn’t place. Her vice-like grip went slack, and MaMa crumpled up on the floor. Techie screamed and jumped away from her, blood seeping into the soles of his shoes.

He froze and looked up at the hooded stranger in horror and shock.

The entire room seemed to tilt and bend under his feet. Did that really happen?Was he next? Techie instinctively flinched and dropped to his knees to beg for his life. “H-holy shit, I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry please don’t h-hurt me, fuck-”

He clutched at the stranger’s legs and started to sob brokenly. MaMa was gone over some gang rivalry (most likely) and now that he was free of her, he was going to die too?!

@askarmitagehux

The grip on his wrist was iron-hard as Techie entered into a small, plain room with MaMa, head bowed. There wasn’t any need for her to clamp down on his skin and bruise it. He knew better than to try and escape again, but she’d liked the variety of dark purples and yellows painted over him like a reminder. “You’re mine,” she’d told Techie once, while she slammed her fist into the side of his face, and, for the first time ever, that wouldn’t be true.

He’d be someone else’s.

The entire room was austere and impersonal, perfect for having visitors over to Peach Trees in that it gave away absolutely nothing. First floor, a little past the lobby, and to the direct right. Usually it was empty, but today a hooded figure sat primly on the bed, hand outstretched with credits.

Techie glanced up briefly but his gaze sunk down to the floor once more, as if anchored down. He watched MaMa’s boots, morose.

There was a sound Techie couldn’t place. Her vice-like grip went slack, and MaMa crumpled up on the floor. Techie screamed and jumped away from her, blood seeping into the soles of his shoes.

He froze and looked up at the hooded stranger in horror and shock.