Post by Sadie on Jan 1, 2010 17:49:44 GMT -5
AN ETALO FIC BECAUSE I IMAGINED THIS AND IT MADE ME HAPPY OKAY? OKAY.
Hahah the title will mean more when you're done reading.
ENJOY~
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The golden irises of the alien were not happy, not at all.
She was currently in search of the familiar fire-topped alien that she called her own, stalking through the halls of the Headquarters with a somewhat cross expression defiling her serene features. All of his regular hangouts were completely empty of his presence and this frustrated the girl to no ends.
It was a little ridiculous for her to be irritated at his absence, but she couldn’t help but feel her nerves grating in aggravation. It wasn’t his fault; they had been busy, called on various missions that usually didn’t involve the other going along as well. He had just gotten back from his mission to one of Jupiter’s moons that morning, but she hadn’t seen a sign of him all day, and she was finally free of her own duties. Where could he be?
She continued her search until she heard a shout from an unfamiliar voice echo along the halls. “Ganmade!” While she didn’t know that voice, she definitely knew that name, and the girl sped up in hopes of seeing the pronounced alien. Rounding the corner, she planned on searching him out, but instead collided with a floating box that was almost twice her size.
Etoile’s head popped out from the side of the box and he looked concerned when he realized what had happened. The box, outlined with a faint red glow, stopped moving. “Nalo? Oh, I’m so sorry, are you alright?!”
“Ganmade, hurry up with that box!” the voice shouted again, and Etoile’s head disappeared behind the box for a second.
“Just a second, Derano, I’ll be right there!” The boy shifted his position slightly and swung the box around so that he could look at Nalo easier. “What are you doing down here in the loading bay, Nalo? Do you need something?”
The girl had come prepared with a notepad and pen, and she promptly showed Etoile the message she had scrawled on the white surface in cross, blockish letters. “I haven’t seen you all week.”
Although they were merely words on a page, it was as though he could read the frustration that they carried, and his expression fell. “I know. I’m really sorry.” His eyes moved to watch her scribble a new message, and his ears dropped even farther down when he read it. “I miss you, too.”
A tendril snaked out from her form and looped around his wrist, a silent pleading, and Etoile glanced at it for a long minute as though he was considering something. But with a sigh, his head shook back and forth and he mumbled, “I have to help them load this or I’ll be in huge trouble.” The tendril dropped, and Etoile winced when he caught Nalo’s expression.
“Ganmade!”
“Coming!” he shouted back, before returning a longing gaze to Nalo. Looking around quickly, he leaned close to her. “I don’t have anything tonight.” His whisper made her perk up slightly, hopefully. “If you’re not busy. . .” The girl was already shaking her head at him while he continued. “I’ll come see you, okay? I’ll spend all night with you if I have to. I’m sorry.” For just a moment, he wrapped an arm around her in a brief hug.
“Ganmade, I will come back there and beat your hide if you don’t get moving! This stuff needs to be loaded!”
With a mumbled apology, Etoile hoisted the box up further and hurried out, leaving Nalo anxiously looking forward to that evening.
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Stretching, the boy was practically jogging down the hallway while listening to the sound of his bones creak. They had made him carry those ridiculous boxes for most of the day and he was looking forward to relaxing now, especially since it included a specific person. In his head, he prayed desperately that she wasn’t upset at how late it was.
His knuckles rapped on her door lightly and he murmured, “Nalo? Are you asle-“
Suddenly the door flew upon and a mass of limbs whipped out and wrapped around him, pulling him forward and into the room while another one slammed the door shut. A soft laughter tickled his throat and Etoile found her form through the dark with ease, enfolding her with a tight embrace that she returned with enthusiasm. “It’s so good to see you,” he breathed softly, burying his face into her hair.
They stood that way for a few long moments, breathing in the silence and enjoying the feel of each other. Then they moved to her bed, where the girl settled snugly against him with her form lining his. His chest rose and feel in a smooth pattern and she listened to the soft beating of his hearts, like the quiet patter of rain. Outside the night was cool and clear, sending a faint light into the room through her wide window.
For a long while they were contented to simply stay like this, reveling in the quiet affection that rested between them. Etoile’s blue lenses fell on the girl and he realized just how much he had actually missed her – all of it weighing on his shoulders from the entire week that they had been apart. His breath hitched slightly in his throat when he thought about the fact that he hadn’t even registered how much he had longed to see her again, stolen away and privately like they were now.
Nalo glanced up slightly as though she had caught his sudden change in demeanor and their eyes met for a few seconds, allowing an unspoken understanding to flow between them. Leaning down, Etoile captured her lips with his own, his arms tightening around her as though some kind of need to have her there had taken him over.
A small white flame spread across her cheeks like scattered snow as he did so; his mouth had become fervent against hers, and Nalo felt herself responding with the same kind of energy, turning slightly so that she was facing him while he explored her mouth with none of his usual hesitations. Rough fingers cupped her jaw, her waist, pulling her closer still as though he couldn’t stand for any space to be left between them.
Thin silver limbs crawled out and began to snake under his shirt, winding up his torso and ensnaring the boy to her, and he made a muffled noise in the caverns of his throat. “Nalo.” The whisper was low, hoarse, and it carried with it the strength of his affections in a single word. With a teasing nip at his lower lip, the girl caught his mouth again and felt her skin shiver beneath his increasingly warm touch.
Gentle hands held her warmly, and the fire that had caught them both eventually began to soothe. Nalo pulled away from him slightly and rested her forehead against his so that she could look through his thick lashes and into his eyes. Etoile’s breathing was ragged and uneven, but his blue lenses smoldered warmly, and there was no need to say anything as Nalo tucked herself into the curve of his neck, wrapping her arms around him. His shirt had become mostly unbuttoned at some point, and his bare chest made a fine pillow while its symphony of heartbeats serenaded her.
Etoile let out a contented sigh and rested his cheek against her hair, running his fingers through the long raven locks. “Myn thr’rin,” he whispered, while Nalo closed her eyes happily. She hoped he didn’t plan on moving, because she fully intended to wake up in the morning with her arms around her warm yellow pillow. Everything was peaceful, from the silence of the room to his humming heartbeats, to the occasional thump of his tail as it dangled off the side of the bed and waved back and forth.
Sleep began to carry her away on candy-coated ships, and Etoile watched her lull downward into deep, fantastic dreams. This meant that he was trapped in his current spot on her bed, but he doubted that any part of him minded this fact at all. Pressing a light kiss into her hair, he was unable to stop the sudden whisper that escaped his lips and danced into the open air. “Je ea’nao til.”
Je ea’nao til. I love you.
It took a few seconds for the full effect of his words to hit Etoile, and his face burst into embarrassed flames when it dawned on him, his eyes widening by a fraction. Je ea’nao til?! He had just told Nalo that he loved her!
For a split second her relaxed, realizing that he had said it in his mother tongue. But when it hit him again that Nalo could understand his native speech, he became even more flustered, especially when he noticed that her eyes had opened and turned up toward him. “I-I meant. . .” Hn’ya d’ao, how was he supposed to explain himself? “I-I, I only meant-!”
He was stopped by one of her limbs, which had slid out and covered his mouth. With a slight roll of her eyes at his awkward attempt to explain himself, she lifted another tendril into the air and he watched as it shaped itself into a small heart while her gaze settled on his face meaningfully. When she was certain that he had seen it, she let his mouth free against hesitantly.
“You mean it?” The whisper came shyly, happily, and Nalo nodded to him in the darkness of the room. A warmth swept through him, from his toes to the tip of his antennae, and Etoile bent down to quickly kiss her. “N’eo te’an moai ne’uta le.” Sweet dreams until the morning light.
With a sleep nod, the girl nestled against him, and Etoile drew a blanket around them before drifting off to sleep as well, holding his Nalo, his thr’rin, to his contented form
Hahah the title will mean more when you're done reading.
ENJOY~
--
The golden irises of the alien were not happy, not at all.
She was currently in search of the familiar fire-topped alien that she called her own, stalking through the halls of the Headquarters with a somewhat cross expression defiling her serene features. All of his regular hangouts were completely empty of his presence and this frustrated the girl to no ends.
It was a little ridiculous for her to be irritated at his absence, but she couldn’t help but feel her nerves grating in aggravation. It wasn’t his fault; they had been busy, called on various missions that usually didn’t involve the other going along as well. He had just gotten back from his mission to one of Jupiter’s moons that morning, but she hadn’t seen a sign of him all day, and she was finally free of her own duties. Where could he be?
She continued her search until she heard a shout from an unfamiliar voice echo along the halls. “Ganmade!” While she didn’t know that voice, she definitely knew that name, and the girl sped up in hopes of seeing the pronounced alien. Rounding the corner, she planned on searching him out, but instead collided with a floating box that was almost twice her size.
Etoile’s head popped out from the side of the box and he looked concerned when he realized what had happened. The box, outlined with a faint red glow, stopped moving. “Nalo? Oh, I’m so sorry, are you alright?!”
“Ganmade, hurry up with that box!” the voice shouted again, and Etoile’s head disappeared behind the box for a second.
“Just a second, Derano, I’ll be right there!” The boy shifted his position slightly and swung the box around so that he could look at Nalo easier. “What are you doing down here in the loading bay, Nalo? Do you need something?”
The girl had come prepared with a notepad and pen, and she promptly showed Etoile the message she had scrawled on the white surface in cross, blockish letters. “I haven’t seen you all week.”
Although they were merely words on a page, it was as though he could read the frustration that they carried, and his expression fell. “I know. I’m really sorry.” His eyes moved to watch her scribble a new message, and his ears dropped even farther down when he read it. “I miss you, too.”
A tendril snaked out from her form and looped around his wrist, a silent pleading, and Etoile glanced at it for a long minute as though he was considering something. But with a sigh, his head shook back and forth and he mumbled, “I have to help them load this or I’ll be in huge trouble.” The tendril dropped, and Etoile winced when he caught Nalo’s expression.
“Ganmade!”
“Coming!” he shouted back, before returning a longing gaze to Nalo. Looking around quickly, he leaned close to her. “I don’t have anything tonight.” His whisper made her perk up slightly, hopefully. “If you’re not busy. . .” The girl was already shaking her head at him while he continued. “I’ll come see you, okay? I’ll spend all night with you if I have to. I’m sorry.” For just a moment, he wrapped an arm around her in a brief hug.
“Ganmade, I will come back there and beat your hide if you don’t get moving! This stuff needs to be loaded!”
With a mumbled apology, Etoile hoisted the box up further and hurried out, leaving Nalo anxiously looking forward to that evening.
--
Stretching, the boy was practically jogging down the hallway while listening to the sound of his bones creak. They had made him carry those ridiculous boxes for most of the day and he was looking forward to relaxing now, especially since it included a specific person. In his head, he prayed desperately that she wasn’t upset at how late it was.
His knuckles rapped on her door lightly and he murmured, “Nalo? Are you asle-“
Suddenly the door flew upon and a mass of limbs whipped out and wrapped around him, pulling him forward and into the room while another one slammed the door shut. A soft laughter tickled his throat and Etoile found her form through the dark with ease, enfolding her with a tight embrace that she returned with enthusiasm. “It’s so good to see you,” he breathed softly, burying his face into her hair.
They stood that way for a few long moments, breathing in the silence and enjoying the feel of each other. Then they moved to her bed, where the girl settled snugly against him with her form lining his. His chest rose and feel in a smooth pattern and she listened to the soft beating of his hearts, like the quiet patter of rain. Outside the night was cool and clear, sending a faint light into the room through her wide window.
For a long while they were contented to simply stay like this, reveling in the quiet affection that rested between them. Etoile’s blue lenses fell on the girl and he realized just how much he had actually missed her – all of it weighing on his shoulders from the entire week that they had been apart. His breath hitched slightly in his throat when he thought about the fact that he hadn’t even registered how much he had longed to see her again, stolen away and privately like they were now.
Nalo glanced up slightly as though she had caught his sudden change in demeanor and their eyes met for a few seconds, allowing an unspoken understanding to flow between them. Leaning down, Etoile captured her lips with his own, his arms tightening around her as though some kind of need to have her there had taken him over.
A small white flame spread across her cheeks like scattered snow as he did so; his mouth had become fervent against hers, and Nalo felt herself responding with the same kind of energy, turning slightly so that she was facing him while he explored her mouth with none of his usual hesitations. Rough fingers cupped her jaw, her waist, pulling her closer still as though he couldn’t stand for any space to be left between them.
Thin silver limbs crawled out and began to snake under his shirt, winding up his torso and ensnaring the boy to her, and he made a muffled noise in the caverns of his throat. “Nalo.” The whisper was low, hoarse, and it carried with it the strength of his affections in a single word. With a teasing nip at his lower lip, the girl caught his mouth again and felt her skin shiver beneath his increasingly warm touch.
Gentle hands held her warmly, and the fire that had caught them both eventually began to soothe. Nalo pulled away from him slightly and rested her forehead against his so that she could look through his thick lashes and into his eyes. Etoile’s breathing was ragged and uneven, but his blue lenses smoldered warmly, and there was no need to say anything as Nalo tucked herself into the curve of his neck, wrapping her arms around him. His shirt had become mostly unbuttoned at some point, and his bare chest made a fine pillow while its symphony of heartbeats serenaded her.
Etoile let out a contented sigh and rested his cheek against her hair, running his fingers through the long raven locks. “Myn thr’rin,” he whispered, while Nalo closed her eyes happily. She hoped he didn’t plan on moving, because she fully intended to wake up in the morning with her arms around her warm yellow pillow. Everything was peaceful, from the silence of the room to his humming heartbeats, to the occasional thump of his tail as it dangled off the side of the bed and waved back and forth.
Sleep began to carry her away on candy-coated ships, and Etoile watched her lull downward into deep, fantastic dreams. This meant that he was trapped in his current spot on her bed, but he doubted that any part of him minded this fact at all. Pressing a light kiss into her hair, he was unable to stop the sudden whisper that escaped his lips and danced into the open air. “Je ea’nao til.”
Je ea’nao til. I love you.
It took a few seconds for the full effect of his words to hit Etoile, and his face burst into embarrassed flames when it dawned on him, his eyes widening by a fraction. Je ea’nao til?! He had just told Nalo that he loved her!
For a split second her relaxed, realizing that he had said it in his mother tongue. But when it hit him again that Nalo could understand his native speech, he became even more flustered, especially when he noticed that her eyes had opened and turned up toward him. “I-I meant. . .” Hn’ya d’ao, how was he supposed to explain himself? “I-I, I only meant-!”
He was stopped by one of her limbs, which had slid out and covered his mouth. With a slight roll of her eyes at his awkward attempt to explain himself, she lifted another tendril into the air and he watched as it shaped itself into a small heart while her gaze settled on his face meaningfully. When she was certain that he had seen it, she let his mouth free against hesitantly.
“You mean it?” The whisper came shyly, happily, and Nalo nodded to him in the darkness of the room. A warmth swept through him, from his toes to the tip of his antennae, and Etoile bent down to quickly kiss her. “N’eo te’an moai ne’uta le.” Sweet dreams until the morning light.
With a sleep nod, the girl nestled against him, and Etoile drew a blanket around them before drifting off to sleep as well, holding his Nalo, his thr’rin, to his contented form
^^ Etalo is so epically cute! <3 I love how you write fluff Sadie! You're an amazing writer! 
