Beyond the Horizon
May 5, 2020 1:25:32 GMT
Post by Kelathi on May 5, 2020 1:25:32 GMT
As promised, the blue-haired individual had helped her, even finding an ingenious way to hide her horns. Even so, they were careful as they made their way through the ship, avoiding people where and when they could. She noticed very pointedly the fact that the crew seemed to be entirely made up of humans, and wondered not for the first time how she had managed to hitch a ride on a ship seemingly mostly made up of human purists. She had hoped that the man she had approached had been the exception, that she would only have to hide because she was a stowaway, not because she was an alien, but it had soon become clear to her that that had merely been wishful thinking. She had only started to fear for her safety and her horns in the hold because of her general fear of being found out, which had twisted to the worst-case scenario in her mind. To find out that that theoretical worst-case scenario was true… was not exactly comforting. Even so, she swallowed soundlessly, keeping her eyes fixed on the stranger’s back as they walked the corridors, silently doing as she was told and not offering even a word of discontent, despite the fear that had begun to grip her once more. In contrast to being out in the open, when they arrived, the cabin felt like a small sanctuary, a beacon of hope. One challenge had been squashed, now onto the next.
De-robing the work-man gear and her companion's jacket, she placed them carefully on the bed, glancing around herself curiously, before her gaze drew back to the man, who looked exhausted. She didn’t understand his parting words, but she turned her yellow gaze to him and nodded anyhow. Her perplexity at seeing him leave spoke volumes as to how little she had actually understood.
*
The woman waited as patiently as she could for the stranger’s return, but found herself becoming gradually more anxious every minute that passed. She alternated between seating herself awkwardly on the bed, to pacing, to sitting again, wringing her hands. What had he gone to do? If only she could have had longer contact with him, so that she might decipher more of what he had said. It was vexing living in such ignorance when there was such an easy solution, but he had specifically stipulated no touching, and she would respect the wishes of the one trying to help her, even if she did question as to why contact was such a bad thing. She couldn’t be sure if it was a species quirk, or a personal one, and with her lack of a grasp of his language, she could hardly ask.
Eventually, her keen ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps, and they perked up. She stood up, but just as she was approaching the door, she paused, hearing a second set following. She stood rigid, all manner of thoughts racing through her mind. Had she been betrayed? Who could he have brought back to the cabin? Frantically, she looked about the room, as of yet unable to move her legs, momentarily struck dumb in her shock. She hadn’t seen this coming at all, he had seemed so sincere… Why the charade of not taking her treasure, and trying to give her money, if this had been his intention all along? Why not out her straight away? Why…
But a sound made her spiraling thoughts halt in their tracks. It had been a whimper, a small sound but quite clearly laced with fear. It was followed by another, and she could hear the silky, dulcet tones of someone else, the words unknown but the meaning pretty damn clear.
The Captain hadn’t even noticed the door slowly edge open, distracted as he was in what he was doing. One moment he was enjoying the way the man’s body was reacting to him, taking the tension as excitement, the whimpers as moans of pleasure… and the next he had crumpled against him, before sliding down and falling into a heap onto the floor.
The woman stood with the lamp still raised, it’s heavy base having done it’s job well, flooring the man with just one swipe. One look at the blue-haired man’s panicked; glassy gaze and his rigid demeanor had solidified her decision, sure that her interpretation of the situation had been correct. If it wasn’t, she was about to receive some admonishment. Or… perhaps not, judging by the other’s reaction, still not thoroughly recovered from whatever it was that gripped him, despite the contact having been broken. Wordlessly, the woman turned and chucked the lamp back into the cabin, making sure it landed soundlessly on the bed, and then rushed to the unconscious man. Without a word, she hooked her hands under his armpits, and began to drag him into the cabin. She was of slight build and it was not easy, but adrenalin spurred her to act, especially as her companion was temporarily unable to do anything. When she came back for him, she held his jacket in her arms, and she used it to grasp his arms gently, the material stopping her skin from touching his, directing him to the safety of the cabin.
De-robing the work-man gear and her companion's jacket, she placed them carefully on the bed, glancing around herself curiously, before her gaze drew back to the man, who looked exhausted. She didn’t understand his parting words, but she turned her yellow gaze to him and nodded anyhow. Her perplexity at seeing him leave spoke volumes as to how little she had actually understood.
*
The woman waited as patiently as she could for the stranger’s return, but found herself becoming gradually more anxious every minute that passed. She alternated between seating herself awkwardly on the bed, to pacing, to sitting again, wringing her hands. What had he gone to do? If only she could have had longer contact with him, so that she might decipher more of what he had said. It was vexing living in such ignorance when there was such an easy solution, but he had specifically stipulated no touching, and she would respect the wishes of the one trying to help her, even if she did question as to why contact was such a bad thing. She couldn’t be sure if it was a species quirk, or a personal one, and with her lack of a grasp of his language, she could hardly ask.
Eventually, her keen ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps, and they perked up. She stood up, but just as she was approaching the door, she paused, hearing a second set following. She stood rigid, all manner of thoughts racing through her mind. Had she been betrayed? Who could he have brought back to the cabin? Frantically, she looked about the room, as of yet unable to move her legs, momentarily struck dumb in her shock. She hadn’t seen this coming at all, he had seemed so sincere… Why the charade of not taking her treasure, and trying to give her money, if this had been his intention all along? Why not out her straight away? Why…
But a sound made her spiraling thoughts halt in their tracks. It had been a whimper, a small sound but quite clearly laced with fear. It was followed by another, and she could hear the silky, dulcet tones of someone else, the words unknown but the meaning pretty damn clear.
The Captain hadn’t even noticed the door slowly edge open, distracted as he was in what he was doing. One moment he was enjoying the way the man’s body was reacting to him, taking the tension as excitement, the whimpers as moans of pleasure… and the next he had crumpled against him, before sliding down and falling into a heap onto the floor.
The woman stood with the lamp still raised, it’s heavy base having done it’s job well, flooring the man with just one swipe. One look at the blue-haired man’s panicked; glassy gaze and his rigid demeanor had solidified her decision, sure that her interpretation of the situation had been correct. If it wasn’t, she was about to receive some admonishment. Or… perhaps not, judging by the other’s reaction, still not thoroughly recovered from whatever it was that gripped him, despite the contact having been broken. Wordlessly, the woman turned and chucked the lamp back into the cabin, making sure it landed soundlessly on the bed, and then rushed to the unconscious man. Without a word, she hooked her hands under his armpits, and began to drag him into the cabin. She was of slight build and it was not easy, but adrenalin spurred her to act, especially as her companion was temporarily unable to do anything. When she came back for him, she held his jacket in her arms, and she used it to grasp his arms gently, the material stopping her skin from touching his, directing him to the safety of the cabin.