YAY a new update! I'm so happy you posted this! :)
Part I:
A smile tugged at Matt's lips. Putting the offensive vegetable back on the table, he patted Alex’s head like he was a little kid. Then with one last infuriating ruffle of his hair, Matt turned back to his clients, the Chavelles. Oh Matt!
The other clone's mouth twitched in agreement, then he straightened as his mistress's hand lowered to pet his hair. He leaned into the caress, but Alex wasn't fooled. He was well-trained rather than eager. Alex could read the other slave body language well. And I liked the “small talk” between them in the previous paragraph.
The Chavelle family owned a large company with its hand in over a dozen industries. The woman patted the slave next to her, her answer knotting Alex's stomach. “Clones.” Oh no!
“Yes,” Matt said, reminding Alex uncomfortably of that moment in the slave store, Matt's infuriating amusement and all. Fingers tickled his chin. “Come on, pet, look up.” O-ow
No doubt she was telling herself she was seeing things, that there'd been nothing strange about him. *grin* I think she would be surprised. :D
“We could test him,” her brother said, as Alex's heart suddenly tried to beat out of his chest. “Take a sample and run it in our labs.” OMG!
In a distant, arbitrary way, he had Dr. Andor to thank for his existence, though the man had been dead for over four hundred years. Four hundred years? Poor all those clones!
And for Alex's part, it was the lesser of evils to see a slave who couldn't function outside of slavery, who knew nothing else and accepted their lot, rather than a slave who was intuitive enough to grasp that there really wasn't much difference between himself and naturalborns except the luck of birth, and suffered that frustration in helpless silence. I understand him on this.
So young, that it wasn't too late for him. If he got him out soon, he could- Hmmmm, that was an interesting idea.
“Yeah, he's pretty tolerant,” Alex said, hoping that would explain any oddities this kid had noticed between them. It was true too; Matt was maybe half the elitist jerk he’d been when Alex met him. Well, true.
Matt tossed him a suspicious look, which Alex returned with his most innocent expression. :)
Matt's hand landed on his shoulder, giving a squeeze of warning before Alex even realized he'd tensed, anxious to leap to the kid's defense. No, he couldn't interfere, but Flame all how he wanted to. Matt knows Alex very well. :) I liked their interaction in this.
He didn't mention that part. Alex wondered who they'd sold the others to, and if negative impressions of those buyers had fueled the boy's desperation. Well, I know they didn’t have too much time to talk in the bathroom. But I found it weird that Red didn’t mention those other slaves.
“You know that's not what I meant,” Alex said, turning to look out the window. “Either they get 'deactivated' quickly for some flaw, or cursed to a lifetime of slavery.” Sure Matt knows. And he should understand it now.
At last he said, “I can't think of their lab without thinking of what you told me about your lab, the things that happened there.” Finally. I’m glad Matt thinks this way and that he is not comfortable with the idea of working with those people.
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Date: 2011-10-30 08:34 am (UTC)Part I:
A smile tugged at Matt's lips. Putting the offensive vegetable back on the table, he patted Alex’s head like he was a little kid. Then with one last infuriating ruffle of his hair, Matt turned back to his clients, the Chavelles.
Oh Matt!
The other clone's mouth twitched in agreement, then he straightened as his mistress's hand lowered to pet his hair. He leaned into the caress, but Alex wasn't fooled. He was well-trained rather than eager.
Alex could read the other slave body language well. And I liked the “small talk” between them in the previous paragraph.
The Chavelle family owned a large company with its hand in over a dozen industries. The woman patted the slave next to her, her answer knotting Alex's stomach. “Clones.”
Oh no!
“Yes,” Matt said, reminding Alex uncomfortably of that moment in the slave store, Matt's infuriating amusement and all. Fingers tickled his chin. “Come on, pet, look up.”
O-ow
No doubt she was telling herself she was seeing things, that there'd been nothing strange about him.
*grin* I think she would be surprised. :D
“We could test him,” her brother said, as Alex's heart suddenly tried to beat out of his chest. “Take a sample and run it in our labs.”
OMG!
In a distant, arbitrary way, he had Dr. Andor to thank for his existence, though the man had been dead for over four hundred years.
Four hundred years? Poor all those clones!
And for Alex's part, it was the lesser of evils to see a slave who couldn't function outside of slavery, who knew nothing else and accepted their lot, rather than a slave who was intuitive enough to grasp that there really wasn't much difference between himself and naturalborns except the luck of birth, and suffered that frustration in helpless silence.
I understand him on this.
So young, that it wasn't too late for him. If he got him out soon, he could-
Hmmmm, that was an interesting idea.
“Yeah, he's pretty tolerant,” Alex said, hoping that would explain any oddities this kid had noticed between them. It was true too; Matt was maybe half the elitist jerk he’d been when Alex met him.
Well, true.
Matt tossed him a suspicious look, which Alex returned with his most innocent expression.
:)
Matt's hand landed on his shoulder, giving a squeeze of warning before Alex even realized he'd tensed, anxious to leap to the kid's defense. No, he couldn't interfere, but Flame all how he wanted to.
Matt knows Alex very well. :) I liked their interaction in this.
He didn't mention that part. Alex wondered who they'd sold the others to, and if negative impressions of those buyers had fueled the boy's desperation.
Well, I know they didn’t have too much time to talk in the bathroom. But I found it weird that Red didn’t mention those other slaves.
“You know that's not what I meant,” Alex said, turning to look out the window. “Either they get 'deactivated' quickly for some flaw, or cursed to a lifetime of slavery.”
Sure Matt knows. And he should understand it now.
At last he said, “I can't think of their lab without thinking of what you told me about your lab, the things that happened there.”
Finally.
I’m glad Matt thinks this way and that he is not comfortable with the idea of working with those people.