Post by Sadie on Nov 16, 2009 17:46:26 GMT -5
A Nebulos and Etoile friendship piece!
Because they make AWESOME glowing friends.
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The room was filled with a timid kind of chaos, with chatting and bantering being tossed back and forth between the friends. The television screens were bright, flickering, and filled with the images of little people who were currently trying to pound the other players into a pulp. The couches were all full, from the eagerly bouncing video game players, to the quiet, napping figures, to those who just wanted to relax on the soft plush of the cushions.
Cerulean marbles were dancing in the air, in circles, bouncing light off their smooth surfaces. A vague red glow splashed itself across their reflective insides, as the yellow alien below them flipped his wrist so that they would continue to dance. His fingers twirled, danced, twisted, keeping them all in the air while he made them dance for him. It was a small practice, one that he did to train his focus, especially since the objects were so small.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he was watching Nalo play video games. They had coaxed her into it, and now she was currently neck-and-neck with Nebulos, who was pressing buttons furiously in an attempt to take the lead. The area was calm, serene, and pleasant.
For a while, anyway.
Angry shouting came from down the hall, coming for the room, Etoile sat up, wincing at the marble bounced on to his head when he forgot about them and let them drop. Ouch. But his eyes were on the door, which burst open when a little alien came storming in with fury rolling off of her skin like waves.
“I KNOW YOU TOOK THEM, FISH-FACE!” Her angry outburst was directed at Dengeki, who was draped across the couch as he casually faced off Princess Niji in a racing game. He glanced away from the screen, causing his car to veer off the road, and looked over at her confusedly.
“What’re you going on about, Ynda?” From his expression, it was evident that he didn’t know what she was talking about. Ynda’s eyes narrowed into slits, dangerously furious.
She was an inch away from his face, shouting various insults. “You took them! I know you did! You know what you did!”
Dengeki frowned, putting down the controlled and standing so that he towered over her. “I didn’t steal anything. Check your facts before you just accuse someone.”
“Or maybe I should just find the one guy who was sure to take them!”
“I didn’t take anything!”
“Why don’t you just go crawl in a hole and leave me alone?!”
“Why don’t you take your accusations somewhere else?!”
The loud voices seemed to scrape against Etoile’s ears, which had begun to droop. He hated any kind of conflict, especially between friends. No doubt they would resolve it soon, but until then, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The shouting continued, getting more and more aggravated with every shouted phrase. They were both enraged, shouting things that didn’t even make sense in their battle for justice. It was overwhelming, and Etoile wished that they would just resolve it already. Especially as his fingertips slowly darkened with displeasure.
“Stop it.”
He might as well have just stayed silent, with the effect that his voice had. Too gentle, too soft. Neither of them heard it. Their voices were slowly climbing up the volume ladder.
“Stop it.”
He tried again, louder this time, but his words were lost in the storm of their argument. He wanted to run, but that wouldn’t stop the fighting.
With his uncomfortable feelings building up inside of him, they bubbled to the top and burst, pouring outward and into his throat.
“Stop it!”
This time, his voice carried to the farthest corners of the room, startling everyone into silence. In one moment, he had gone from lying on the couch to standing upright, his fists clenched in his anxiety. Two pairs of eyes stared at him, surprised that the soft-spoken alien had even said something to begin.
Etoile took a deep breath, let out a small apology, and left, deciding that he needed the quiet of his room. Until they stopped fighting, he would hide there, away from the angry words and hateful glances.
A knock came at the door, but not just a regular knock. It tapped a message, and Etoile knew immediately who it was. He listened to the tapping, trying to decode it, although he wasn’t very far in learning morse code, so he only caught most of the words. It was most likely something along the lines of “Are you okay? May I come in?”
While he never minded Nalo’s company, part of him just wanted some time alone. As kindly as he could, lying on his bed, he called, “Not right now, okay?”
There was a silence, and he watched the crack in the door, seeing if the shadow would leave. Finally, after a few moments of quiet, she tapped out, “Alright,” and left. Letting his fall onto the pillow, Etoile closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind so that peace could come on him again.
A few seconds later, a knock sounded again. Frowning, Etoile called, “Nalo, what’re you doing?”
The door creaked open to reveal a little blue face, peering up at him. “I’m not Nalo.”
“Oh, Nebulos.” Etoile shrugged and fell into his bed. “Not right now, okay?”
His friend hopped up onto the bed, completely ignoring his words. The look on his face was concerned, but completely calm as he chirped out, “Are you alright?”
A piece of Etoile just wanted to make Nebulos go away, so that he could retreat back into the silence. But with one look at that earnest face, he just couldn’t do it. “I. . . yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Of course.”
“No, you’re not.” Nebulos cheerfully called out his lie, leaning back against the frame of his bed with an innocent smile. “They fight a lot, don’t they?”
“Yeah.” Etoile felt slightly cheered up just by looking at the glowing antenna. “I wish they would stop.”
“Me, too.” Suddenly, Nebulos’ extra arms held out a treat that made Etoile’s eyes light up. “Here, I brought you these!”
Galactic fruits. The sweetest fruits ever, with just a vague bitter hint that sparked at the tongue. They were juicy and delicious, and Etoile grinned as he took one, already sinking his yellow teeth into the tender skin. Juice leaked out into his mouth, dribbling down his chin.
Nebulos chuckled at Etoile as he tried to hastily wipe the juice from his chin, only succeeding in smearing the stain across his cheek as well. Finally, Etoile gave up and just laughed as well, taking another huge bite.
“Thanks,” he said sincerely. He knew that Nebulos was his friend; he had been for many years. But this gesture still touched him, especially since his outburst had been so ridiculous, anyway.
“Next time they fight, we’ll just throw these at them,” Nebulos laughed, catching a drop of juice on his tongue.
Etoile chuckled at the idea, visualizing it. “They would have juice stains for days! They would never fight again!”
“But Ynda would kill us for it.”
“We would just run for it!”
“Or crawl into somewhere dark where she can’t follow us!”
“Or levitate her onto a roof where she can’t get down from!”
Both boys burst into laughter, rolling back onto the bed amidst the noise. Nebulos’ antenna flickered brightly, and Etoile could feel the warmth in his fingertips and knew that he was already feeling better.
“We need a secret hideout,” he suggested, grinning across the bed while taking another bite of the fruit.
Nebulos nodded excitedly, looking pleased at the idea. “Somewhere where no one can find us!”
“Hidden and huge!”
“With a password!”
“The password has to be something awesome.”
“’Glowy friends?’”
“They’ll never guess that.”
“You think of something more original!”
“How about. . . bufslafarmsapaz.”
“I don’t think I’ll even remember that.”
Grinning at each other in companionship, the boys burst into laughter again, rolling out chuckles like raindrops. Etoile tilted his head and sent the alien a real smile. “You’re such a good friend.”
“So you’re feeling better?” Nebulos brightened, his smile growing. “I’m so glad! You’re my friend, too, I hate seeing you upset.”
“Yeah, I’m feeling better. It wasn’t a big deal.” Standing up, Etoile hopped down from the bed. “Let’s have a picnic tonight. I could eat five more of these fruits!”
“Okay!” Nebulos beamed and hopped down with him, looking up happily. “I’ll go tell everyone!”
“And I’ll be right with you in a second!”
Nebulos nodded and ran off, and Etoile watched him go. Friends like Nebulos were hard to find, and Etoile knew it. And it only made him appreciate the little alien even more.
He would have to do something for Nebulos in return, later.
But for now, there was a metallic alien that he needed to apologize to, and reassure. And then they would prepare for the picnic, excited for the chance to spend an evening among friends.
Smiling, Etoile clicked off the light as he left the room.
Because they make AWESOME glowing friends.
--
The room was filled with a timid kind of chaos, with chatting and bantering being tossed back and forth between the friends. The television screens were bright, flickering, and filled with the images of little people who were currently trying to pound the other players into a pulp. The couches were all full, from the eagerly bouncing video game players, to the quiet, napping figures, to those who just wanted to relax on the soft plush of the cushions.
Cerulean marbles were dancing in the air, in circles, bouncing light off their smooth surfaces. A vague red glow splashed itself across their reflective insides, as the yellow alien below them flipped his wrist so that they would continue to dance. His fingers twirled, danced, twisted, keeping them all in the air while he made them dance for him. It was a small practice, one that he did to train his focus, especially since the objects were so small.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he was watching Nalo play video games. They had coaxed her into it, and now she was currently neck-and-neck with Nebulos, who was pressing buttons furiously in an attempt to take the lead. The area was calm, serene, and pleasant.
For a while, anyway.
Angry shouting came from down the hall, coming for the room, Etoile sat up, wincing at the marble bounced on to his head when he forgot about them and let them drop. Ouch. But his eyes were on the door, which burst open when a little alien came storming in with fury rolling off of her skin like waves.
“I KNOW YOU TOOK THEM, FISH-FACE!” Her angry outburst was directed at Dengeki, who was draped across the couch as he casually faced off Princess Niji in a racing game. He glanced away from the screen, causing his car to veer off the road, and looked over at her confusedly.
“What’re you going on about, Ynda?” From his expression, it was evident that he didn’t know what she was talking about. Ynda’s eyes narrowed into slits, dangerously furious.
She was an inch away from his face, shouting various insults. “You took them! I know you did! You know what you did!”
Dengeki frowned, putting down the controlled and standing so that he towered over her. “I didn’t steal anything. Check your facts before you just accuse someone.”
“Or maybe I should just find the one guy who was sure to take them!”
“I didn’t take anything!”
“Why don’t you just go crawl in a hole and leave me alone?!”
“Why don’t you take your accusations somewhere else?!”
The loud voices seemed to scrape against Etoile’s ears, which had begun to droop. He hated any kind of conflict, especially between friends. No doubt they would resolve it soon, but until then, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The shouting continued, getting more and more aggravated with every shouted phrase. They were both enraged, shouting things that didn’t even make sense in their battle for justice. It was overwhelming, and Etoile wished that they would just resolve it already. Especially as his fingertips slowly darkened with displeasure.
“Stop it.”
He might as well have just stayed silent, with the effect that his voice had. Too gentle, too soft. Neither of them heard it. Their voices were slowly climbing up the volume ladder.
“Stop it.”
He tried again, louder this time, but his words were lost in the storm of their argument. He wanted to run, but that wouldn’t stop the fighting.
With his uncomfortable feelings building up inside of him, they bubbled to the top and burst, pouring outward and into his throat.
“Stop it!”
This time, his voice carried to the farthest corners of the room, startling everyone into silence. In one moment, he had gone from lying on the couch to standing upright, his fists clenched in his anxiety. Two pairs of eyes stared at him, surprised that the soft-spoken alien had even said something to begin.
Etoile took a deep breath, let out a small apology, and left, deciding that he needed the quiet of his room. Until they stopped fighting, he would hide there, away from the angry words and hateful glances.
A knock came at the door, but not just a regular knock. It tapped a message, and Etoile knew immediately who it was. He listened to the tapping, trying to decode it, although he wasn’t very far in learning morse code, so he only caught most of the words. It was most likely something along the lines of “Are you okay? May I come in?”
While he never minded Nalo’s company, part of him just wanted some time alone. As kindly as he could, lying on his bed, he called, “Not right now, okay?”
There was a silence, and he watched the crack in the door, seeing if the shadow would leave. Finally, after a few moments of quiet, she tapped out, “Alright,” and left. Letting his fall onto the pillow, Etoile closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind so that peace could come on him again.
A few seconds later, a knock sounded again. Frowning, Etoile called, “Nalo, what’re you doing?”
The door creaked open to reveal a little blue face, peering up at him. “I’m not Nalo.”
“Oh, Nebulos.” Etoile shrugged and fell into his bed. “Not right now, okay?”
His friend hopped up onto the bed, completely ignoring his words. The look on his face was concerned, but completely calm as he chirped out, “Are you alright?”
A piece of Etoile just wanted to make Nebulos go away, so that he could retreat back into the silence. But with one look at that earnest face, he just couldn’t do it. “I. . . yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Of course.”
“No, you’re not.” Nebulos cheerfully called out his lie, leaning back against the frame of his bed with an innocent smile. “They fight a lot, don’t they?”
“Yeah.” Etoile felt slightly cheered up just by looking at the glowing antenna. “I wish they would stop.”
“Me, too.” Suddenly, Nebulos’ extra arms held out a treat that made Etoile’s eyes light up. “Here, I brought you these!”
Galactic fruits. The sweetest fruits ever, with just a vague bitter hint that sparked at the tongue. They were juicy and delicious, and Etoile grinned as he took one, already sinking his yellow teeth into the tender skin. Juice leaked out into his mouth, dribbling down his chin.
Nebulos chuckled at Etoile as he tried to hastily wipe the juice from his chin, only succeeding in smearing the stain across his cheek as well. Finally, Etoile gave up and just laughed as well, taking another huge bite.
“Thanks,” he said sincerely. He knew that Nebulos was his friend; he had been for many years. But this gesture still touched him, especially since his outburst had been so ridiculous, anyway.
“Next time they fight, we’ll just throw these at them,” Nebulos laughed, catching a drop of juice on his tongue.
Etoile chuckled at the idea, visualizing it. “They would have juice stains for days! They would never fight again!”
“But Ynda would kill us for it.”
“We would just run for it!”
“Or crawl into somewhere dark where she can’t follow us!”
“Or levitate her onto a roof where she can’t get down from!”
Both boys burst into laughter, rolling back onto the bed amidst the noise. Nebulos’ antenna flickered brightly, and Etoile could feel the warmth in his fingertips and knew that he was already feeling better.
“We need a secret hideout,” he suggested, grinning across the bed while taking another bite of the fruit.
Nebulos nodded excitedly, looking pleased at the idea. “Somewhere where no one can find us!”
“Hidden and huge!”
“With a password!”
“The password has to be something awesome.”
“’Glowy friends?’”
“They’ll never guess that.”
“You think of something more original!”
“How about. . . bufslafarmsapaz.”
“I don’t think I’ll even remember that.”
Grinning at each other in companionship, the boys burst into laughter again, rolling out chuckles like raindrops. Etoile tilted his head and sent the alien a real smile. “You’re such a good friend.”
“So you’re feeling better?” Nebulos brightened, his smile growing. “I’m so glad! You’re my friend, too, I hate seeing you upset.”
“Yeah, I’m feeling better. It wasn’t a big deal.” Standing up, Etoile hopped down from the bed. “Let’s have a picnic tonight. I could eat five more of these fruits!”
“Okay!” Nebulos beamed and hopped down with him, looking up happily. “I’ll go tell everyone!”
“And I’ll be right with you in a second!”
Nebulos nodded and ran off, and Etoile watched him go. Friends like Nebulos were hard to find, and Etoile knew it. And it only made him appreciate the little alien even more.
He would have to do something for Nebulos in return, later.
But for now, there was a metallic alien that he needed to apologize to, and reassure. And then they would prepare for the picnic, excited for the chance to spend an evening among friends.
Smiling, Etoile clicked off the light as he left the room.
