Ex can see his arms tense, ready to push himself up. The blond, Ex might as well call him William, looks devastated. “And what’s stopping me from giving you to them?” The look of fear that enters those blue eyes would be enough on its own. There’s some people that don’t particularly like me and I just- I had to get away!” The guy twists his hands in front of him. Hopefully he’ll be smart enough not to lie about that. “The hell are you doing on my ship?” He demands. Why would I lie to the scary man with a gun?” He swallows, tacking on, “Please don’t kill me.” Ex keeps his expression neutral and harsh. “That’s it, that’s my name, I’m not lying. “I don’t believe you.” Ex stares him down. My name’s William.” Ex narrows his eyes, tilting the gun closer to him.
This guy looks flighty as anything, shoulders drawn in so he can lean away. “Who are you?” Ex asks, keeping his sentences short. Um.” Ex reaches for the gun on his hip, twirling it before pointing it at the ground. He looks ahead of him tiredly, reaching to rub his face before freezing, bolting upright. Get up.” Ex gets a frown, blue eyes blinking open. Ex nudges the guy with his toe, watching him rock back and forth. He doesn’t look very threatening, at least. It’s too late to turn back and drop him off.
#I dunno man how to#
Ex sighs, unsure how to proceed from here. From the slow rise and fall of his chest, he’s sound asleep. There’s only a small rucksack tucked close to torn robes. His arm acts a pillow, a woollen shawl draped over his shoulders. He’s curled up tightly in the storage hold, tucked in the corner behind some boxes. He finds the blond in the middle of deep space. Up until now, he’s always found them before he took off, or a few hours into flight. He’s not Xisuma, but he’s not heartless either. When it’s more serious… Well, he figures it out. Dropping them off to their parents or kicking them off his ship is easy enough. Though, they stop looking once they see him. It’s usually kids sneaking onto ships that don’t know better. In all of Ex’s (too many) years alive, it’s never taken him this long to notice a stowaway before. Warnings: tbh if you’ve read my other fics then you’ll be fine, this is tame.
someone who definitely isn’t zedaph, ex actually learns to use the word ‘friend’, some tense brotherly discussions, emotions, ex basically holds zedaph up like ‘whose child is this?’, also try not to think of zedaph as a pack creature on his own for that long with only his shawl for comfort cause that hurts a lot. a faster pace to my previous few, but still 5.5k.įeaturing: ex goes on a journey of character growth feat. this was one of the fics i wanted to write early on and i’m super chuffed i’ve finished it.
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