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keaalu “Just… one or two changes to your physical appearance,” he soothed, “and you could make your home here. With people who will respect you.”
Her hands faltered in their work only fractionally, but it was enough for him to recognise her hesitation.
“You know that’s all you wanted, little one,” he added, softly. “These… people, with whom you cohabit so often, treat you as nothing. You are an interesting diversion for them, a curiosity, a gadget, a gimmick. A research tool. A plaything. To them you are a simulacrum, a fake, an object created to fool them… or to entertain them. To satisfy their most carnal desires, willingly and unthinkingly.”
“I only wanted their respect,” she added, softly, hands pausing.
“But they don’t, do they, pet…? They look at you, and they have no idea what they see. They see only what their science fiction has taught them to see. They cannot see past the idea that you are not biological in origin,” he leaned closer, rested his palms softly on her tiny shoulders. “We would.”
And it was true; from what she’d seen of the Kiravai, and everything she’d heard, the species had an odd, unusual respect for her kind. They may think of every other non-Kiravai as an animal, but Siinu put a whole new slant on the problem. With a Kiravai form could come power, respect… everything she had ever wanted would be there, would be hers. Respect for herself as a person, consideration for her feelings, to be treated with dignity and… to not have to fight just to be accepted as alive.
An image flashed into her mind – an unendingly tall white creature, soft faced, tall-eared, dressed in the softest, whispering silks, and mingling with polite society like it was where she belonged. She closed her eyes and curled her tail around her ankle, tried to banish the thought.
“I do not belong here,” she demurred, reluctantly, and heard him chuckle, softly.
(NB: the "she" in this is Ivy - "he" is a Dominae that I still need to name.)
Her hands faltered in their work only fractionally, but it was enough for him to recognise her hesitation.
“You know that’s all you wanted, little one,” he added, softly. “These… people, with whom you cohabit so often, treat you as nothing. You are an interesting diversion for them, a curiosity, a gadget, a gimmick. A research tool. A plaything. To them you are a simulacrum, a fake, an object created to fool them… or to entertain them. To satisfy their most carnal desires, willingly and unthinkingly.”
“I only wanted their respect,” she added, softly, hands pausing.
“But they don’t, do they, pet…? They look at you, and they have no idea what they see. They see only what their science fiction has taught them to see. They cannot see past the idea that you are not biological in origin,” he leaned closer, rested his palms softly on her tiny shoulders. “We would.”
And it was true; from what she’d seen of the Kiravai, and everything she’d heard, the species had an odd, unusual respect for her kind. They may think of every other non-Kiravai as an animal, but Siinu put a whole new slant on the problem. With a Kiravai form could come power, respect… everything she had ever wanted would be there, would be hers. Respect for herself as a person, consideration for her feelings, to be treated with dignity and… to not have to fight just to be accepted as alive.
An image flashed into her mind – an unendingly tall white creature, soft faced, tall-eared, dressed in the softest, whispering silks, and mingling with polite society like it was where she belonged. She closed her eyes and curled her tail around her ankle, tried to banish the thought.
“I do not belong here,” she demurred, reluctantly, and heard him chuckle, softly.
(NB: the "she" in this is Ivy - "he" is a Dominae that I still need to name.)
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Date: 10 Jul 2006 06:12 pm (UTC)