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[Dec 02][Wormhole][No use for tame beasts]
Title: No use for tame beasts
Challenge: Dec 02 //"make him tame so he can live in peace with the world"
Fandom: Wormhole (original)
Characters: Alex, Raskin
There was something wonderfully alien about the man. He moved and spoke with liquid grace, enthralling everyone who caught his amber eyes. Even his partner felt it, albeit rarely.
It was in his smile, his voice, the way he tossed his head when he was amused. He was different and he knew it. It was a difference that –apparently- did not shame him, and he lived his life fully to his shifter heritage, brushing off all insults and distrust as if he did not care.
Alex knew differently. His mercenary companion knew him better than any of his myriad of lovers, and she could cut through all of his casual lies.
She remembered the shifter boy stranded on Collage, forbidden from using his ‘strange’ powers, a million light years from home. And she remembered the fumbling way she had been forced to reteach him the skills that were inherited within his blood and bone.
The FP had tamed him completely, within the space of four years. The rules and regulations, all aimed to keep the ‘dangerous’ shifter powers from disrupting their fragile society, had subverted him to their will.
Alex had reacted in the opposite way, when ‘they’ had asked her to become a model citizen, to accept the blame for an accident that had been beyond her control. She refused, and was still fiercely proud of her decision. If she was not a ‘true’ member of the ‘proper’ society, then who cared?
But Raskin…Raskin had wanted an easy life. Who could blame him? His friends – the people he based his whole existence upon – were gone, and his will to resist had been torn from him just as easily. So he had ignored his heritage and become a perfect citizen. Of course, that had lasted all of half a year, but the habits remained.
His partner had broken every single one of them. Alex had no use for a half-man, a creature who wasn’t strong enough to use his own biology. And, in her own way, she had wanted to see the shadow of her friends again. If even one of them had survived, unchanged, then she could not possibly be lonely. So she forced him in to the flamboyant young man she remembered, opening herself to him almost as much as he opened to her, finding more comfort in the flirtatious smile than he could have ever suspected.
It was a direct result of her training that he became ‘popular’ again. Because the use of pheromones was strictly controlled by the Federation of Planets. Using them came naturally to shape-shifters, of course. And Raskin, once he found himself subconsciously shifting again, happily used whatever means at his disposal to further himself, and the corporation he worked for.
After all, The Raven had no use for tame beasts.
Challenge: Dec 02 //"make him tame so he can live in peace with the world"
Fandom: Wormhole (original)
Characters: Alex, Raskin
There was something wonderfully alien about the man. He moved and spoke with liquid grace, enthralling everyone who caught his amber eyes. Even his partner felt it, albeit rarely.
It was in his smile, his voice, the way he tossed his head when he was amused. He was different and he knew it. It was a difference that –apparently- did not shame him, and he lived his life fully to his shifter heritage, brushing off all insults and distrust as if he did not care.
Alex knew differently. His mercenary companion knew him better than any of his myriad of lovers, and she could cut through all of his casual lies.
She remembered the shifter boy stranded on Collage, forbidden from using his ‘strange’ powers, a million light years from home. And she remembered the fumbling way she had been forced to reteach him the skills that were inherited within his blood and bone.
The FP had tamed him completely, within the space of four years. The rules and regulations, all aimed to keep the ‘dangerous’ shifter powers from disrupting their fragile society, had subverted him to their will.
Alex had reacted in the opposite way, when ‘they’ had asked her to become a model citizen, to accept the blame for an accident that had been beyond her control. She refused, and was still fiercely proud of her decision. If she was not a ‘true’ member of the ‘proper’ society, then who cared?
But Raskin…Raskin had wanted an easy life. Who could blame him? His friends – the people he based his whole existence upon – were gone, and his will to resist had been torn from him just as easily. So he had ignored his heritage and become a perfect citizen. Of course, that had lasted all of half a year, but the habits remained.
His partner had broken every single one of them. Alex had no use for a half-man, a creature who wasn’t strong enough to use his own biology. And, in her own way, she had wanted to see the shadow of her friends again. If even one of them had survived, unchanged, then she could not possibly be lonely. So she forced him in to the flamboyant young man she remembered, opening herself to him almost as much as he opened to her, finding more comfort in the flirtatious smile than he could have ever suspected.
It was a direct result of her training that he became ‘popular’ again. Because the use of pheromones was strictly controlled by the Federation of Planets. Using them came naturally to shape-shifters, of course. And Raskin, once he found himself subconsciously shifting again, happily used whatever means at his disposal to further himself, and the corporation he worked for.
After all, The Raven had no use for tame beasts.