techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

Techie shakes his head, smiling. Honestly, he didn’t do anything special. And all this work kept him from overthinking, from churning over of those graphic memories he’d rather bury 6 feet under. It was impossible not to relive them…

But if he worked himself to the bone, Techie would fall into bed and pass out immediately. No dreams, thank the stars! Not even the worst ones could slip by.

“N-no, it’s… it’s my pleasure. Really!” 

isilwenshadewind:

techiehux:

[Text #3- Scared]

To: Foxglove

From: Techie

weird sounds coming from my room, i think someones in there

[Sent at 10:08PM]

To: Techie

From: Foxglove

Stay hidden, I’ll be there with some of the boys ASAP!!!

To: Foxglove

From: Techie

plz hurry, im scared

isilwenshadewind:

techiehux:

techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

This kind of situation hardly ever ended “fine” but he’d take a deep breath, relax. Leave this in Foxglove’s capable hands and hope for the best. Take another deep breath, just in case.

“Thank y-you, Foxglove. You’ve b-been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and I… I don’t underst-tand why. I’m just a grunt.” He shifted his face towards the ground, staring at his own shoes. They weren’t the same ratty old sneakers he’d come in with; Foxglove had provided newer ones (with no holes!)

“I want to help you,” Techie says, determined. “Do s-something big!”

“Of course! I am glad to be able to help. Every little bit of kindness in this hell hole of a city, is a gift. Those in the position to be able to provide that, should.”, she told him sincerely. “Some, need it more than others.”

She looked pointedly at him, then out to where some children were running up and down the rows between plants.

“If you want to do more than you already do, you can. Just don’t feel obligated.”

She smiled warmly.

His gaze drifts over to where Foxglove is looking, at the smiling children. A thoughtful, relaxed silence falls over them. It’s pleasant like this, sitting side by side with a friend.

“I’d want to… W-with the kids. Um. Work with them, if th-that’s alright.” Ever since he was a little boy, Techie had known he wanted to grow up and become a father. Not just any type of father: a good one.

Maybe helping these children would be as close as he’d ever get, now that his life had gotten so screwed up.

techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

This kind of situation hardly ever ended “fine” but he’d take a deep breath, relax. Leave this in Foxglove’s capable hands and hope for the best. Take another deep breath, just in case.

“Thank y-you, Foxglove. You’ve b-been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and I… I don’t underst-tand why. I’m just a grunt.” He shifted his face towards the ground, staring at his own shoes. They weren’t the same ratty old sneakers he’d come in with; Foxglove had provided newer ones (with no holes!)

“I want to help you,” Techie says, determined. “Do s-something big!”

techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

A long-held instinct was what made him watch Foxglove with wary eyes as she drew nearer, though he realized what he was doing quickly and tried to relax. MaMa was cruel, ruthless, sadistic. She is nothing like MaMa.

Techie surprised them both by closing the distance and gently resting his head on her shoulder. He felt safer with Foxglove nearby: a rarity (especially with women; it isn’t right but they scare him.)

“I. I don’t… know? Really, I was expecting th-this. Gangs aren’t usually n-nice, uh, places to be. But yours is different. F-Feels more kind.” He brushes some cascading strands of hair behind his ear and then asks, “What’ll you d-do with them?”

isilwenshadewind:

techiehux:

isilwenshadewind:

techiehux:

techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

Techie tried very hard to focus on anything other than what she was going to do with all those medical tools. It made him uneasy to remember the cold, unyielding metal under his back as he’d screamed and screamed for help all the while… Nobody had come.

“Th-they’re good to me, Foxglove. Really!” He pauses for a moment too long after reassuring her of this fact. Damn. He’d given himself away. With a grimace and a sigh, Techie admits, “Well, I do get some trouble. B-But only a little, nothing to worry about!” Is he trying to convince Foxglove or himself? It’s unclear even to him.

She knew that he was uneasy around medical related things. She remembered from when he first arrived in her compound, wounded, shivering, and terrified.

Foxglove made sure to be gentle, and as quick as possible. His statement made her pause however.

Still holding his wounded hand, tweezers at the ready, she looked up at him.

“What is happening? Who’s causing you problems?”, she inquired, a bit of anger creeping into her voice.

Color rises high on his cheeks. “N-No, it’s- not. Um. Nothing b-big.” Techie learned early on to lie back and passively take whatever is thrown at him lest they escalate and he (or worse, others) ends up hurt.

Truthfully, some of her workers think he’s weird and make fun of him. Worse still are the ones that resent the kindness she’s shown him; taking it to mean he’s privileged or somehow superior to them. Techie shrinks back the slightest bit.

“Techie…”, Foxglove began. She softened her tone when he pulled away a little.

“If someone is causing you problems I need to know who and what they are doing. I don’t tolerate shitheads in my numbers.”

Foxglove always came across as a quiet, even tempered person. Though she was doing her best to maintain that right now, for Techie’s sake, it was clear why she was in charge.

It was similar to the plant that she took her name from; beautiful but deadly.

Another angle of this situation was that she had become rather protective of this timid man.

After a tense, pensative silence, Techie sighs and says, “A woman with a l-lot of piercings and a man with a th-thick beard. They s-see me around and they’ll… um. Spit on me. Mock m-my stutter. My eyes…”

He cringes at the memories and buries his face in his hands (one bandaged and the other bare.) “I’m a f-fucking grown man. I can’t have others fighting my b-battles! What does it say about me that a little schoolyard bullying m-makes me feel like shit?”

isilwenshadewind:

techiehux:

techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

Techie tried very hard to focus on anything other than what she was going to do with all those medical tools. It made him uneasy to remember the cold, unyielding metal under his back as he’d screamed and screamed for help all the while… Nobody had come.

“Th-they’re good to me, Foxglove. Really!” He pauses for a moment too long after reassuring her of this fact. Damn. He’d given himself away. With a grimace and a sigh, Techie admits, “Well, I do get some trouble. B-But only a little, nothing to worry about!” Is he trying to convince Foxglove or himself? It’s unclear even to him.

She knew that he was uneasy around medical related things. She remembered from when he first arrived in her compound, wounded, shivering, and terrified.

Foxglove made sure to be gentle, and as quick as possible. His statement made her pause however.

Still holding his wounded hand, tweezers at the ready, she looked up at him.

“What is happening? Who’s causing you problems?”, she inquired, a bit of anger creeping into her voice.

Color rises high on his cheeks. “N-No, it’s- not. Um. Nothing b-big.” Techie learned early on to lie back and passively take whatever is thrown at him lest they escalate and he (or worse, others) ends up hurt.

Truthfully, some of her workers think he’s weird and make fun of him. Worse still are the ones that resent the kindness she’s shown him; taking it to mean he’s privileged or somehow superior to them. Techie shrinks back the slightest bit.

techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

Techie tried very hard to focus on anything other than what she was going to do with all those medical tools. It made him uneasy to remember the cold, unyielding metal under his back as he’d screamed and screamed for help all the while… Nobody had come.

“Th-they’re good to me, Foxglove. Really!” He pauses for a moment too long after reassuring her of this fact. Damn. He’d given himself away. With a grimace and a sigh, Techie admits, “Well, I do get some trouble. B-But only a little, nothing to worry about!” Is he trying to convince Foxglove or himself? It’s unclear even to him.