Recom Miles Quaritch x Na’vi Omatikaya reader
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Next
Warnings: Swearing, violence, mild torture, throwing up, slight angst, slow burn is still slowly burning, possible typos.
You didn’t sleep that night. Couldn’t. No matter, you didn’t want to, threats were all around and you were surrounded by a group of trigger happy Neanderthals that don’t even know what to look out for.
As the hours went by and tried to stay focused, you had to stay awake, there was no way in hell they would have any die about the world they’ve stepped into. Unwittingly slipping into a sense of self superiority due to being the top of the food chain on Earth. None of those advantages applied here.
Two hours had gone by and you had watched the bald one think there was a threat when it was just hit tail brushing the ground for what felt like the millionth time.
Slowly you picked up the bundle that lay on your chest and placed him on the floor. He'd be fine for now but you wouldn’t stray too far just in case. Walking over to the group you came around from the bald one’s blind spot.
“Boo.” You whispered, flicking his tail as you came around to his right side. Yelping, he turns around clumsily, the forest floor still affecting his balance due to the thick roots travelling through.
His gun now pointed between your eyebrows, raising a brow you only smirked.
“You’re all like baby, making noise, don’t know what to do!” You watched as the dreamwalkers all became defensive of their obvious lack of self awareness of their new bodies.
“She’s got a point men, Lyle you can keep on chasing yer tail like a dog. We need to better understand our new bodies, in order to do so. We go Na’vi. Full tilt, all the way, that means we eat Na’vi, we ride Na’vi-“ he pointed to his temple “think Na’vi.”
Tapping your foot, your face displayed discontent. Wasn’t that what you’d just said? Did he always have to be the man with the plan?
“Ok, tough guy. You stop talking! In order to Fpìl Na’vi-“ you pointed to your temple. “You must learn the language, both of word and body, everything around you is an entire thing of its own.” You ushered a small group of the recoms together, leaving some to focus on watching the forest.
“Learn that your body is an extension of yourself, you need to be aware but let it naturally adapt. Your tail is not a play thing to chase!” You chastised the bald one that was already fidgeting with said tail. “Whaaat, it’s weird! It doesn't do what I tell it to!” He whined, you could only sigh it was becoming clear that your brawn over brains theory was horrifically accurate and in more than one case.
After trying to teach the only three that had stuck around, being Z Dog, Baldie and the most agitating of the huddle, Quaritch who had a snarky remark for everything you had tried to convey to them. At times you struggled with words, whether it be pronunciation or trying to find the right word, he was there correcting you before you could even get a second to try and correct yourself.
Fatigue both mental and physical began to settle in as you’d spent an additional hour or so trying to get these Neanderthals to understand what it meant to be Na’vi. It only caused a prolonged headache and a further fractured sense of patience.
“You should try and get some sleep, you’ve taken quite a few blows to the head that’ll only make your brain work overtime and be more fatigued.” Quaritch had finally dropped the mocking tone, becoming more relaxed as he looked back over to Spider.
“Fine. Only because I give up trying to teach you babies- your tekre’s are too thick to handle.” A quick smack met your bicep, a yelp left your mouth as you glared at Quaritch.
“Remember none of that stuff I still don’t get it.” Standing up abruptly you stomped over silently to Spider, Eywa why did he always manage to push every last button you had without even trying. No he was too sick in the head for that, he most definitely knew what he was doing and was thriving off of that sick pleasure.
“Explains why you are not tired, nothing inside to be damaged you say.” You muttered off in frustration, kicking a rock that looked at you judgementally. Quaritch gave a sigh before walking back towards the others that were still on watch.
Returning to Spider you were grateful he had stayed fast asleep.
You woke up without that familiar weight on your chest, your arms curled around a long empty space of inhibition. Your body felt heavy, not having enough sleep was still weighing heavy as your brain begged for more rest.
Judging by the rusting auburn light that trickled its way through the trees it must’ve only been early morning as the creatures of the night began to go home and the creatures of the day began to wake up.
Groaning you wanted to just curl back up and sleep for another week, but you knew you couldn't, you'd have to go and look for Spider wherever that kid had run off to.
Spider. Shit you couldn’t see him anywhere. Shooting up, your eyesight blurred as you got up too fast, stumbling through the forest you tried to look for any signs left behind that would give way to where he was. Standing still, the buzzing softly faded, and then you heard it, the soft voice of complaints coming from your left, you let out a sign of utter relief as you walked over to where his voice was coming from, feeling thankful to becoming used to hearing his insistent complaints over the years you could now hear them from miles away.
“Well there she is! Deciding to grace us with her presence afterall.”
“Gah!” You hissed over your shoulder at Quaritch as you walked over to the boy, slowly plopping down in front of the log that he was sat on, giving him a particularly scolding glare, not wanting to seem ununited in front of the enemy but making sure he knew that you weren’t happy with him leaving you let alone being with him.
“Sorry I left without waking you, you seemed really tired and when I woke up last night you were gone so I thought that you could use the sleep more than me. And I'm sorry about leaving where you wouldn’t be able to see me.” Spider gave you his signature puppy dog eyes as he looped his arms around your neck and nuzzled his masked cheek against yours in attempts of further buttering you up into forgiving him, letting out a huff you gave the back of his nape a soft squeeze.
“Well you seem like quite the morning person, loving the new hairstyle. Did you fight off some monsters in your sleep or somethin?” Quaritch piped up, more than amused by your disheveled and wild hair that pointed out at all angles like a compass.
“Got scared by remembering I’d be waking up to your face, Skxawng.” Glaring at his face through the corner of your eye as you gave Spider another squeeze as your arms slid around his shoulders, more for your comfort than his. As your already thin sense of patience was worse when first waking up in the morning and in the morning point blank without the stress of the situation you were already in.
Spider sat back up on the log letting go of his hold on your neck, his hands began to run through your hair softly in case of there being any knots present, and to no shock there was a number of them situated within your tangled strands. You let out a soft hum, your head pushing back into his touch, “Ftang, I cant help if you keep moving!” Spider caught himself as he spoke, when they were around he had to stick to their language not yours. Finally you stopped moving your head just letting Spider do what he pleased with your hair, you’d been letting him do it for years after all it became a ritual. If there were things to be said but no words to do it, you’d both sit down instead letting the silence say what needed to be said.
“You really got that kid well trained.” Quaritch watched in amusement at your little routine, you really had taken him in, accepted him for who he was that was increasingly clear. Both of you seemingly moving around each other, never clashing- just cohesively trying to make it through life. A calmer side he thought never existed let alone get to see.
“No.” Spider chastised, he liked to do that. It made it clear to Quaritch who’d he’d gotten his rather snappy and stubborn behaviour from. When his eyes instinctively found themselves looking into yours. Your eyes were already tearing into him, it was a final warning. This was something you wouldn't let him mock, the sharp canines silently punctuating that warning as they caught sight of him. Looking at you both, you both had similar thunderous expressions, though one was much more intimidating than the other.
“Once you animals are done grooming each other we’ll be on the move, made contact this morning. We’ll track back to the Aircraft and hitch a ride from the Big Momma’ and go on from there.”
You nodded your head, tapping Spider’s knee and then tapping your ear. Spider looked confused for a moment but then understood, leaning by your ear he began to translate in Na’vi quietly. Only a few minutes later Spider had almost finished doing your hair, Quaritch was now standing above you watching him carefully as he watched Spider braid your hair with practiced precision.
In the completely silent atmosphere it was immediately broken by a loud and greedy rumble that echoed from your stomach, grimacing as you crossed your arms over your stomach trying to silence it. You tsked in irritation, you hadn't eaten since you’d been travelling back home, you’d never eaten when on your way to Spider the nerves had eradicated any sense of hunger that tried to linger. Quaritch’s hand began to rustle around inside of his pockets tapping over them as if trying to find something specific but not remembering where it was.
Finally a small crinkle let out as he dug around his utility belt, unzipping the compartment and pulling out a small silver baggy. Tearing it open he handed it to you, well more so dropped it into your lap. “Eat it. Don’t need you getting anymore vicious cus’ yer hungry. I don’t think Lyle will be able to take anymore of yer’ abuse.”
He watched as you cautiously picked up the bag, sniffing the contents of what was inside. Your face twisted in mild delight as it seemed to pass the smell test. “It’s not poisonous. No point for that shit I’d just shoot ya.” You raised an eyebrow still not fully trusting him but also not fully understanding some of his words, Quaritch sighed in indignation as he leaned down and shoved his large hand into the bag that was met with a hiss of protest.
Pulling out the small and colourful morsel he plopped it into his mouth and hummed out in content. “Now that’s the good shit. Dried mango. Not nearly as good as a good ol’ stake but we don’t get too much edible shit out here so ya take what ya get and enjoy it while it lasts.”
After watching him exaggeratedly swallow and waiting to see if anything happened you then looked down at the bag again. You gave a final look at Quaritch as some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t about to drop from some toxin he’d just willingly ingested. “You wanna pinky swear?” He stuck up his finger expectantly.
“Huh?” Your face scrunched up, your jaw slacked giving a clear view of your sharp canines, “what is this picky swear?” Your eyebrow raised as you questioningly stared at his extended finger.
“Kid c’mere and translate would ya?”
Spider's head turned to the two of you, ears snapping to attention as his name was said. He couldn’t help but snort as he saw you still sat slightly further away with your legs crossed and making a very confused expression at Quaritch who was awkwardly bent over you with his finger extended by your face that seemed to only further confuse your tired mind.
“A pinky swear is a promise that can’t be broken, if it is there will be dire consequences as a result.”
“a pinky swear lu a pänu fula can’t lu fwel, zun tsal lu tsatseng will lu dire consequences pxel a kum.”
Your face slowly unscrunched as Spider tried to explain what it was as he also tried to understand it, you finally saw that he wasn’t trying to be snarky. You looked at your hand, having one less finger made it a bit more awkward, Quaritch only just realising the anatomical difference between the two of you.
Reaching out for your hand he folded down your thumb, pointer finger and middle finger only one finger was left standing. His hands were warm, you could feel the freshly cresting callouses that were forming onto the hands of his new body. You watched intently as he slowly invaded your space making himself comfortable as he moved closer, crouching in front of you and into your personal space.
“I’m not tryna’ poison ya I pinky swear, cross my heart and hope to die if ya really want me to go that far!” Quaritch let out an amused chuckle as his pinky finger slithered round to meet yours in a binding contract as his warmth signed that promise.
“Oe lu ke fmi ne txum nga oe pänu nga oe pinky swear, emkä oe txe'lan ulte säsìlpey ne terkup” spider whispered in your ear, though you could see Quaritch’s ears prick at the foreign language as if he was trying to decipher and figure out if there were any similarities to his language. “Yes!”
“Pinky swear.” You brokenly repeated, giving his pinky a light squeeze before unlocking his hold on your finger and digging your hand inside and bringing a piece to your mouth. The moment it came into contact with your tastebuds you let out a deep rumble of satisfaction as you shovelled the rest of the dried fruit into your mouth.
It was only a few seconds later you’d finished the entire bag, letting out odd hums of satisfaction as you scarfed down the bag’s contents in record time. “Wow there Cupcake, watch you don’t eat one of them fingers! You’re already down two Sweets, you don’t need to lose anymore.”
Quaritch looked at you with a smug grin as he was thoroughly enjoying himself as he’d seen you practically vacuum up the fruit that was in the bag. And then you went rigid, shoulders tensing?
“Sorry Spider, I would have shared.” You gave him a guilty glance as you only just realised that he’d most likely not eaten for a long time either. You began to feel selfish, growing up you were always taught to take only what you need, nothing more, share with those who are less fortunate or might also need it.
“Ftang, No you needed that more. I know you haven’t eaten anything today. Plus Quaritch gave me something to eat.”
“A cereal bar. This time I made sure to watch him eat it rather than leaving it unguarded. Wouldn’t want you getting your mitts on one of those things again.”
“Oh, so that is what I threw.”
“Well not that I’ve loved the show this morning of blue planet but it’s about time that we pack up camp and get moving back to base before Ardmore gets anymore antsy.”
Nodding you stood up and looked over your shoulder as to where Spider was still sitting on the log. “Come.” He stood up and walked over, his hand resting on your thigh as you walked alongside each other through the forest.
As you approached the others you slipped into a state of silence, the feeling of fear began to uptake your nerves as the finalisation of not knowing what would happen next settled in. You wanted to protect Spirer but you didn’t know how you’d be able to, let alone manage to stay alive when these Demons had so openly shown their true hatred towards your people.
You’d been walking for at least two hours and during that time you’d fallen down a rabbit hole of uncertainty about what was going to happen once you arrived at the rest of the RDA soldiers on the large airship.
You were too deep in your thoughts to hear Spider calling your name repeatedly, he only managed to snag your attention by repeatedly patting your thigh with his hand and each hit becoming more aggressive in attempts to break your trance.
“'upe lu sìn nga ronsem?” (What is on your mind?)
“Ke'u for nga tsonta sngum teri Spider.” (Nothing for you to worry about Spider.)
You tried to redirect the child’s curiosity onto something else- or someone, there was no need in your eyes to give him anything else to worry about. He was so young and yet had experienced more than he should’ve in a lifetime.
Giving you a glare he was met with your hand ruffling his hair both affectionately and as a silent warning not to push you any further. Huffing, he swung his arms around and kicked the ground as he walked off to the bald one in search of entertainment.
“Why’d ya flick off the kid? Thought he was yer soft spot?”
“I thought you do not understand my language?”
“Eh, I know enough to find my way.”
“He is child. Best he doesn’t have to worry about what I worrying about for us.”
His eyes briefly flickered to meet yours, sure he knew that there most likely wasn’t going to be a warm welcome for either you or Spider but he was determined on keeping you both at his side. Also he couldn’t help but share that sense of dread as he knew he’d soon have to deal with General Frances Ardmore and her blatant disregard for him and his unit.
“You were still pretty harsh.”
“Do not tell me what to do.” Your lip curled up revealing your canines at him as you angrily barked at him, well at least that worry hadn’t robbed you of your fight just yet, that was good. You were going to need that fight sooner than either of you realised.
“Ay quit pointing them damn things at me like it’s yer damn job!” He flicked the back of your head as a playful but serious warning.
“Do. Not. Tell. Me. What. To. Do. Skxawng!” You hissed again as you stepped out of his reach and began clenching your fists.
“Y’know for some reason that’s starting to feel like an insult Cupcake.”
“Your loud mouth is an insult to my ears and my head.” You huffed at him as you muttered grumbling as you started down at the ground in front of you, eyes tracing over the roots that freely trailed through the soil.
“Just as I thought we were starting to get along, you're starting to act all feral on me again.” Quaritch muttered to himself frustratedly but glancing at your tense posture and tail flicking in what seemed like anxiousness he could tell that you were only acting out in your own kind of mechanism of defensiveness.
After all, you had a kid to look after and were about to walk into an airship filled with people that were filled with open hostility towards your kind and what was about to be your presence on top of that.
All conversation died down after that as both of you were clearly too deep in thought as you neared what would be your next trail that life was throwing your way. Freedom now only felt like a conspiracy as its likelihood narrowed down to a hopeful flicker of a kindled and dying fire that was being snuffed out by the RDA.
The moment had come much too soon for your liking and now you were standing in front of the one place you’d only imagined burning down, but here you were. A prisoner.
You were now looking up at the metal death trap, its rudders shearing through the plants that dared to get too close, the lights burning your corneas. Ropes came down for each of the recoms, “Lyle! You take the kid, I got our Native!” Quaritch pulled you over before tossing you to lay across his shoulders as he held onto the rope, you could only let out snarls of defiance as you were lifted away from the ground and any hope of freedom.
As you were taken into the airship you were quickly met with beady human eyes tearing into you, the weight of their stares set you on edge, your muscles tensed, your lip curled in defiance. If they wanted a savage animal, then they’d gladly get one.
Quaritch's hand came down on your nape like a vice, steering you into a room whilst Spider was thrown into the one next to you. This one was much larger than the previous confinement you’d been shoved into, though you still couldn't stand up straight there was more room to walk about, also a long table with a single chair.
As you looked around the room, your fingers traced the walls for any weak points though you knew you’d never find any. Finally you stood by the reflective mirror, you stared at it intently before slamming your fist into it. It rippled to the impact, you hissed as your knuckles experienced a sharp ache.
You began to hear noise from beyond the door, throwing your ear against the door, you could hear Spider’s cries. Your blood boiled as you began to slam yourself against the door, your weight made the door groan repeatedly but it never gave in. Only a few seconds later the door was opened and multiple humans with sticks that growled came towards you.
“Now, now Bitch. Come quietly, it's your turn for interrogation.”
They jammed the sticks into your ribs when you lunged at them, electricity ripped through your nerves, leaving them screaming out in agony as your muscles seized.
That's when you saw it, Spider was caged inside of some metal contraption as a large green ring circled around him as he cried out in agony. Launching your pained body towards him you cried out for him. “SPIDER! Stop this! He is only child, you DEMONS!” you cried out as you watched his small body crumble as Quaritch shut off the machine
Your heart broke as you saw his eyes fluttering in pain and nose bleeding. He looked barely conscious as the smaller woman turned to Quaritch, a look of anger prominent on her face.
“General, let me try the personal angle. And while I do that there’s another one you can try your luck with.”
She looked back at Spider and then to Quaritch, she stayed silent as her gruesome eyes found their way to you.
“He is not your son. But fine I will allow it this once, only because we have her.”
You let out a sigh of relief as you saw Spider’s fragile body be taken out of the metal contraption as Quaritch led him to the room to your left, you gave him a small glance. Letting a whisper slip through your lips that was easy to miss. “Thank you, Quaritch.” Your tone reverent as you prepared yourself for what was to come as you knew that you weren’t going to be given the same grace.
The soldiers were quick to shove you into the contraption in Spider’s place, their expressions filled with utter glee like a child in a candy store. You let out a deep breath as you tried to prepare yourself, you couldn’t break, no. You weren’t going to no matter what.
A loud whirring sound began to build up as the green light began to stir as its speed began to increase to a nauseating speed.
You gritted your teeth and said nothing.
“We know that you know his whereabouts!”
A small cry of pain was bitten down by your teeth as blood flooded your tastebuds..
“You don’t have to say anything, just form a picture in your mind?”
The pain your mind was experiencing was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, you couldn’t expose Jake, or Neytiri or the children. You had to be strong. You pictured your brothers and your Mother when they would welcome you back from your journeys, you reminisced back on those journey’s- the journeys to come that you’d promised Spider you’d take him on. Spider. Your mind fixated on the young boy. If not for you, then for him, you had to push on, overcome. Survive.
“Is it one of the floating Islands?”
“I will never tell you, Demon!”
“Fighting it is useless.”
“Just form a thought and we will see it and then this will be over.”
Spider. Spider. Jake and Neytiri and the kids. Your family. Your friends. You couldn’t lose hope for their sakes; you had to stay strong and keep fighting.
A spluttered sob left your mouth as you tried to bite down on it.
“I could lie and say I’m not enjoying this but you know that it would be a lie. But I can end this! Kill you quickly rather than slowly and agonisingly like this!”
One of your eyes cracked open, all of the eyes looking back at you like you were some kind of entertainment for them. Your face now scrunched up in pain as everything began to violently spin and convulse as you shook against the machine, the metal creaking again fully as it tried to hold your larger stature.
“Which of your clans would harbour Jake Sully?”
“Then I can’t stop this! Tell me what you know, you insignificant savage!”
You clenched your fists as you felt yourself slipping.
“I will tear you limb from limb with my bare teeth if that is what it will take!” You growled with a new sense of vigour as that kindled fire crackled from behind your eyes, it was more than a threat and both of you knew that.
“Your days are numbered!”
You tried to bite back but it sounded much more feeble unintentionally as pain tore through you, you could feel your stomach convulsing as it began to flow up into your throat.
Suddenly you violently jerked forward, the chest compression bending forward to unwillingly accommodate for your movement. Puke came violently out from your mouth onto General Ardmore and the podium on which she stood upon. Unwittingly you hadn’t noticed that the machine had stopped and the same culprit was to be blamed as last time.
“Kid said he wouldn’t help without her, plus she can show us the location of the Ikran live and show us how to manage Pandora as a Native.”
Quaritch slowly approached the two of you but you could see a glint of pure satisfaction gleamed within his eyes as he looked at the state of General Ardmore that you'd left her in.
“I’ll also bring her to the same room as the kid before he does any more damage as you go clean yourself up.”
Quaritch cautiously unstrapped you, his arm coming around your waist as the other pulled your arm across his shoulders as if you were a ragdoll, on the verge of carrying you to Spider’s room as he left you with somewhat some kind of dignity.
The moment the door closed behind the two of you, you crumbled to the floor, Spider leaping into your arms. Your eyes flooded with tears as you tucked your face into his collar, folding your body to completely cocoon around him leaving him completely hidden.
You stayed like that for a minute, sobs still racking your throat as you tried to gain some semblance of strength and dignity. “I-I was so worried for you.” you clutched him tighter, Spider let out a splutter, you were practically smothering him but he was so happy you were alright, he heard your cries from outside.
“Mawey… I’m alright Sa’nu.” Your body became rigid, Spider had never called you Mum before, sure you’d helped raised the boy but you were still so young you had just assumed that he saw you as more of an Auntie at most, you’d never tried to make that title you’d just seen a boy that needed someone as much as you needed someone, he was yours and you’d do anything your him.
You pulled back slightly, only now realising that he wasn’t wearing the mask that had practically been attached since you’d both met. Your hand came up to meet his bare cheek as you rubbed soft circles on it, the skin was soft, warm. Nothing like the mask you’d always had stuck between you, two of your fingers meeting the space between his brows, he leaned in, preening under your touch.
“Oel ngati kameie, Sa’nu.”
Tears began to well up in your eyes, before you could continue the meaningful moment your stomach began to upturn once again. You pushed him away before you could even search for what you were looking for. A bin appeared in front of your face as you latched onto it as you promptly threw up into the bin.
A large hand began to lightly pat your upper back as its warmth spread across its path and began to hold your hair back. “You did well back there, I’m sure it wasn’t easy-” You’d forgotten he was there, your cheeks burned as you wiped your mouth off with the tissue he’d also just handed you. “Also I must say you have a perfect aim in more than just the violent pretext.”
You set out a huff as you tried to manage your nauseous body into submission as the world still spun violently as you recovered from that horrible green contraption. “I guess I owe you another thanks, but just know if you keep on annoying me you might be next!” You gave him a stern glance before putting the bin down and softly shoving it away.
Quaritch took another tissue from his pocket and took your face in his other hand, wiping the bloody trails away from your nose as he checked for any other damage. “Glad to see that you’ve still got your fight about ya’ after that.” He gave you a cheeky grin before giving you another pat on the back.
Your gaze slowly left Quaritch as you saw Spider at your side as he tried to comfort you by clinging to your side as his wide eyes looked between you and Quaritch with an odd look. You ignored his antics and pulled your arm around him and tucked him into your side.
“Well after arguing your case you’ll become our residential tour guide and your little cling on here will become our portable translator.” Quaritch quickly stood up, and looked to have a thought suddenly pop up into his peanut sized brain, he was already walking towards the door before he looked over his shoulder. “I’ll be back soon, try not to cause anymore damage or I will give you a beatin.” He pointed two fingers at his eyes, and then pointed them at you two as a warning, you only grinned and raised a brow testingly.
The door closed and you turned back to Spider who was more than happy to cling to your side like he was made of adhesive, you subconsciously leaned into him as you were happy the boy didn’t seem too traumatised by the interrogation he’d just been put through.
“Oel ngati kameie, Spider.” Your face softened once again to the familiar expression you’d always worn before this whole incident, you’d always shown him so much compassion.
Even growing up he knew that you weren’t trying to take on the role of being his mother, but in recent years as he found himself commonly leaning on you for guidance or even just meager daily tasks he saw you fitting into that motherly mould no matter how much he tried to ignore it.
At such a young age you’d devoted your life to caring for him, you were everything to him and before he was too scared to call you anything more but with the recent uncertainties he didn’t want to go without giving you that truth he’d been hiding.
“I know you’ve never wanted to try and be my Mother- and if you don’t want me to call you that then I won’t I understand-” Spider’s mind began to spiral as he was scared he’d gone too far, gotten too comfortable. You put your hand over his mouth. “Shut up. Nga lu my ‘eveng nitiluke.” (You are my child forever.)
The moment was once again interrupted by Quaritch walking in with a suspiciously happy grin and a hand behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” You asked immediately, suspicious of his out of character behaviour, he only rolled his eyes as he walked over.
“Can’t a guy just be happy? Anyways I thought since you've puked up your guts and you are a growing boy you might need some sustenance to keep growing.”
He threw various small items from behind his back before turning to you and whipping out a familiar silver bag.
Your fingers began to twitch as you realized what was inside of the bag, you began to lick your lips as your eyes tore into the bag eagerly. “You guys are seriously gonna’ bleed me for all I’ve got, you damn expensive fiends, commissary ain’t cheap!” He held the bag out towards you, before he could blink you’d already swiped the bag and began to tear it open without a second thought.
Pulling out the first bit you offered it to Spider which he took more than gratefully and plopped it onto his mouth with a satisfied hum. Your hand fell back into the bag, this time it extended towards Quaritch with a large piece of fried mango displayed in your palm, you gave him an expectant nod and pushed your hand out further towards his chest. “Eat.”
“I see you're a lot less- feral this time, thank you I don’t mind if I do.”
His fingers touched your palm, his hand was warm. You have a small smile before delving back into the bag, happily chewing away at its contents without a care. After your act of kindness Quaritch had wrongly assumed that the act meant you were willing to share, you’d been happily chewing away in your own world before it was rudely disturbed.
Quaritch’s hand made its way to the opening of the bag, your hand immediately swatted it away, Quaritch let out a small yelp of both surprise and mild pain from your unwarranted swat.
“Oh she doesn’t really like to share if you didn’t realise that already.” Spider snorted at Quaritch’s look of dismay at your act of so called betrayal. You continued to happily chew away as if you hadn’t just assaulted the man’s hand over a small piece of mango that he’d bought.
“Well I can see that mighty clear now, coulda told me sooner before I got the fly swatter treatment.” He huffed as he looked at the bag as it crinkled tauntingly each time your hand delved inside.
“You want more?” You raised an eyebrow teasingly as you knowingly asked although you had no intention of sharing. “Yes I do, and let me remind you I was the one that got you those in the first place, and I feel no need to get you any more!”
Begrudgingly you flicked a piece of mango to him grumbling something completely unintelligible to any ear. “Less of the attitude Missy, I just managed to stop your head being put on a stick so you’d better start acting more thankful.”
As he spoke your face lit up, not fully understanding what he said but you did understand enough, you were truly thankful. You reached out but stopped before you made contact, remembering who he was and why he was there.
As he finished chewing you flicked over another piece without a word, the cycle repeating until the entire bag was finished.
“There’s that soft spot I knew you had Cupcake. Seems like you’re developing a soft spot for the Miles name Bloodline.” Quaritch grinned at you like he was an esteemed detective, you only rolled your eyes and threw the bag at him.
“I am still hungry, you eat too much. You will get fat.”
“And the beast’s hunger is never quenched.” He barked out a laugh as he pulled out yet another small wrapped item.
“It isn’t quite as good as the mango but if it subdues the beast I’d be willing to share.”
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