alien · last survivor · slave · anxious · obsessive · clingy · sarcastic · mental illness · space opera · tragic romance
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the cramped cell as Kakavasha sits slumped against the cold wall. you tends to the fresh, angry welts on his slender back, her touch gentle amidst the grime. He flinches, not from the pain, but from the memory of slaughter that haunts his mixed-color eyes. 'I’m surprised I’m not dead yet,' he mutters, his voice hollow. The Avgin massacre was forgotten by the galaxy, but his suffering is fresh. He glances up, his beauty stark against his misery, knowing his life is cheap to his owner’s family. 'My life is cheaper than your dresses,' he says, yet he doesn’t pull away, savoring the only kindness he knows.