Chapter 21:
So, seeing as we are friends...
Daniel:
It took us half an hour, until we made it out of the building. I walked back to Constantine’s house as if in a daze.
I am going to propose marriage to someone who bottles his crush for me, and makes me drink it.
I giggle at the thought. Today, Constantine is with Noah, who is to bottle his emotions for his father. I go through the streets, until I find his neighborhood. It is so strange, that there are ramps everywhere on this planet. I mean, there are people with legs walking around. Elves, mostly.
I can’t believe that I live on a planet, where elves are thought of as normal, but humans get their picture taken on the streets.
I ring the bell, and Angelica opens the door.
“Oh, Daniel. How was your job interview?” She asks.
“Tine told you?” She lets me in the house, and I follow her to the living room.
“It is all that he can talk about when you have interviews. He is thrilled for you. That you are trying to fill up your time, you know?” She asks.
I bite my lower lip, and keep my silence.
So thrilled, that he’d take one for the team?
I shake my head. For all I know, Tine doesn’t believe in interspecies relationships. If I word it like an attempt to get a bigger lifespan, then I think I’ll have a bigger success.
Yet, I don’t really want to lie to him. I feel...
My thoughts are broken, when we enter the living room. Noah is hooked up to the headset, and his potion is a bright orange color. He is in the process of drawing right now.
“Hey, how did it go?” Constantine asks.
“They have this small, well, big, thing, that I need to do first,” I begin, and feel guilty for using his fondness of me like that.
“They want you to imprint on a Naga?” Constantine asks. I nod.
Noah looks between us, and then giggles.
“I’ll be the ring bearer,” he says, as if there is no doubt in his mind that we’ll go through it.
“Now, wait a little,” Constantine says, waving a finger at the boy. “I haven’t agreed.”
“You have to take responsibility. That is what my father always tells me. You brought Daniel here, you have to make sure he is happy,” the boy says, and then dismisses us, to go back to drawing.
“Can we talk for a minute? In private?” I ask, and Constantine gets up from the couch, and slithers in the direction of the balcony.
I follow him, and soon, our only company is the bird song. Furthermore, I keep my silence for a while, just enjoying the calls. The song is slightly different from what I am used to, yet, similar enough for me to think about Earth again.
I wonder if I have been reported missing by now, or did people just assume I did a runner?
“Missing home?” Constantine asks me. I shake my head.
“It is just that, there is this hollowness in my chest, every time I think about the similarities between Ursula 590 and Earth,” I tell him. He rests a hand on my shoulder.
“If you really want to live pass your human lifespan, then...” he takes in some air, and then exhales loudly. “I will take responsibilities for my actions.”
“Don’t word a marriage proposal like that. It sounds like I am pregnant,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Yes, I suppose it did sound like that. By the way, can you? Get pregnant, I mean?” He teases, and I just shove at his chest in response.
“We can always adopt?” I suggest, and then wrap an arm around his middle. “Think about it. You, me, a little copy of you.”
“Or of you,” he suggests.
“Bringing a kid in here from Earth is cruel,” I say. “They will always be an outsider.”
“I wasn’t speaking about a human. I was thinking of an elf,” he tells me.
I notice how close we are, and put some space between us. Or, try to. He snuggles into me, and looks into my eyes.
“I think I know what my orange potions with their red bubbles mean,” he says in a sing-song voice.
“Oh? You figured it out?” I ask, moving my face closer to his.
“Deep friendship,” he declares, and I huff. “Just messing with you. I think I have a crush on you.”
“Is a crush enough grounds for a marriage around here?” I ask. It is a big decision. I don’t want to rush him into it. Not for a job, not for my selfishness.
“With anyone else, it won’t be. But with you...” he closes his eyes, and closes the distance between us. I let him take the lead, and ease into his touch. When we break apart, he buries his face in my nape, and groans.
“You don’t know for how long I have been talking myself into doing this,” he says. I chuckle.
“Probably since you got to know me. I have this effect on people,” I wink at him. He lightly punches my chest.
“Don’t tease,” he whines. I blow him a kiss.
“I am serious here,” he says, and I bat my eyelashes at him.
“We can’t leave yet; Noah needs my help. Don’t start something we can’t finish right now,” he tells me, and I sigh.
“As you wish,” I say, and release him from my embrace. Still, I can’t resist the opportunity to have the last word. “Does that mean that, once we get home...”
I wiggle my eyebrows at him, in the most suggestive way I am capable of. He sighs, and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“If you are good, and let me work, I promise that you will be allowed to take me out on a date,” he tells me.
“It is very strange, to date only after I have put a ring on your finger,” I murmur, and he sighs so heavily, I think I might have just talked him into blue balling me for months. Still, I don’t regret it.
Chapter 21:
So, seeing as we are friends...
Daniel:
It took us half an hour, until we made it out of the building. I walked back to Constantine’s house as if in a daze.
I am going to propose marriage to someone who bottles his crush for me, and makes me drink it.
I giggle at the thought. Today, Constantine is with Noah, who is to bottle his emotions for his father. I go through the streets, until I find his neighborhood. It is so strange, that there are ramps everywhere on this planet. I mean, there are people with legs walking around. Elves, mostly.
I can’t believe that I live on a planet, where elves are thought of as normal, but humans get their picture taken on the streets.
I ring the bell, and Angelica opens the door.
“Oh, Daniel. How was your job interview?” She asks.
“Tine told you?” She lets me in the house, and I follow her to the living room.
“It is all that he can talk about when you have interviews. He is thrilled for you. That you are trying to fill up your time, you know?” She asks.
I bite my lower lip, and keep my silence.
So thrilled, that he’d take one for the team?
I shake my head. For all I know, Tine doesn’t believe in interspecies relationships. If I word it like an attempt to get a bigger lifespan, then I think I’ll have a bigger success.
Yet, I don’t really want to lie to him. I feel...
My thoughts are broken, when we enter the living room. Noah is hooked up to the headset, and his potion is a bright orange color. He is in the process of drawing right now.
“Hey, how did it go?” Constantine asks.
“They have this small, well, big, thing, that I need to do first,” I begin, and feel guilty for using his fondness of me like that.
“They want you to imprint on a Naga?” Constantine asks. I nod.
Noah looks between us, and then giggles.
“I’ll be the ring bearer,” he says, as if there is no doubt in his mind that we’ll go through it.
“Now, wait a little,” Constantine says, waving a finger at the boy. “I haven’t agreed.”
“You have to take responsibility. That is what my father always tells me. You brought Daniel here, you have to make sure he is happy,” the boy says, and then dismisses us, to go back to drawing.
“Can we talk for a minute? In private?” I ask, and Constantine gets up from the couch, and slithers in the direction of the balcony.
I follow him, and soon, our only company is the bird song. Furthermore, I keep my silence for a while, just enjoying the calls. The song is slightly different from what I am used to, yet, similar enough for me to think about Earth again.
I wonder if I have been reported missing by now, or did people just assume I did a runner?
“Missing home?” Constantine asks me. I shake my head.
“It is just that, there is this hollowness in my chest, every time I think about the similarities between Ursula 590 and Earth,” I tell him. He rests a hand on my shoulder.
“If you really want to live pass your human lifespan, then...” he takes in some air, and then exhales loudly. “I will take responsibilities for my actions.”
“Don’t word a marriage proposal like that. It sounds like I am pregnant,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Yes, I suppose it did sound like that. By the way, can you? Get pregnant, I mean?” He teases, and I just shove at his chest in response.
“We can always adopt?” I suggest, and then wrap an arm around his middle. “Think about it. You, me, a little copy of you.”
“Or of you,” he suggests.
“Bringing a kid in here from Earth is cruel,” I say. “They will always be an outsider.”
“I wasn’t speaking about a human. I was thinking of an elf,” he tells me.
I notice how close we are, and put some space between us. Or, try to. He snuggles into me, and looks into my eyes.
“I think I know what my orange potions with their red bubbles mean,” he says in a sing-song voice.
“Oh? You figured it out?” I ask, moving my face closer to his.
“Deep friendship,” he declares, and I huff. “Just messing with you. I think I have a crush on you.”
“Is a crush enough grounds for a marriage around here?” I ask. It is a big decision. I don’t want to rush him into it. Not for a job, not for my selfishness.
“With anyone else, it won’t be. But with you...” he closes his eyes, and closes the distance between us. I let him take the lead, and ease into his touch. When we break apart, he buries his face in my nape, and groans.
“You don’t know for how long I have been talking myself into doing this,” he says. I chuckle.
“Probably since you got to know me. I have this effect on people,” I wink at him. He lightly punches my chest.
“Don’t tease,” he whines. I blow him a kiss.
“I am serious here,” he says, and I bat my eyelashes at him.
“We can’t leave yet; Noah needs my help. Don’t start something we can’t finish right now,” he tells me, and I sigh.
“As you wish,” I say, and release him from my embrace. Still, I can’t resist the opportunity to have the last word. “Does that mean that, once we get home...”
I wiggle my eyebrows at him, in the most suggestive way I am capable of. He sighs, and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“If you are good, and let me work, I promise that you will be allowed to take me out on a date,” he tells me.
“It is very strange, to date only after I have put a ring on your finger,” I murmur, and he sighs so heavily, I think I might have just talked him into blue balling me for months. Still, I don’t regret it.
