two geeks on an outdoor date, alien geek explaining and guiding human geek over the types of stars while staying close with each other because warmth and love and to melt hearts into puddle.,…….
(dates and prompts!)
EDIT: I READ THE RULES WRONG AND I’M A MONTH TOO EARLY IN POSTING THIS OOPS DHJSJFJDKD?? SO UH IGNORE THIS UNTIL JULY??? 😭
Hey, everyone!!! Thank you to everyone who filled out the interest form! I’m excited to announce that Space Camp Week 2021 will be 12 July - 18 July!!
The prompts are as follows:
Day 1: Stars
Day 2: Sleep/Nap
Day 3: Space
Day 4: Freckles
Day 5: Music
Day 6: "You're okay."
Day 7: AU/Free Day
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I’m so excited to see what everyone comes up with!!!
Krel stands surrounded by chaos, in the middle of a world of war and across from an even bigger one. Regret filled him as he watched the boy, hurt and betrayed.
“Why didn’t you say something?” His face was red with anger, steam practically coming out of his ears.
“I-I was trying to keep you safe!” He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t let anyone get hurt. He had to protect himself from danger. Aja, his parents...Seamus..he couldn’t let them be hurt.
Amidst the chaos, Seamus walked up to him. Even though Krel was supposed to be taller in his akiridion form the other boy seemed to tower over him. As tall as a monster, of sorts.
Krel already knew he was the monster though. In more ways than one.
The blonde boy full of rage bent down, to look Krel in the eyes—it almost hurt more that way.
“And how safe are we now, Krel?” His voice was full of spite, as he extended his arms to reference the world around them. Humans and akiridions ran in fear, the Taylon killing each and every one. Broken cores laid everywhere.
“It was a mistake, I know that now…” Krel’s raspy voice pleaded for sympathy. “You don’t understand.” That might’ve been the breaking point, Seamus looked about ready to boil over. Hands in fists, eyes full of fire, Krel was certainly going to get it.
“I’m sure he understood perfectly.” If it had not been for the serrator, Krel would surely be the dead one. Instead, he let out an ear-piercing shriek as Morando sliced through his boyfriend from head to toe.
“If not,” The general spoke with a devilish smile. “He surely understands now.”
As soon as Morando said that, the world seemed to shake itself awake--and thank Seklos it did because Krel couldn’t handle anymore. He opens his eyes, nothing but a very concerned blonde shaking him wildly on the Tarron’s couch, where they had fallen asleep for the night.
“Krel? Krel? You alright?” Seamus asks. By the way the akiridion could feel his human skull tremble, he guesses it’s too dark for him to actually see if he’s alright.
“I’m up! I’m up!” he exclaims, the rough gesture finally coming to a stop.
“Oh..good!” A goofy smile appears on the boy’s face. “You were having a nightmare.”
“Yes, I got that. Thank you.”
“Do you..uhh..” Seamus pauses. “Wanna talk about it?”
Krel simply stares at him, the image of the other Seamus fresh in his mind.
Why didn’t you say something?
“I’m okay,” he sighs. “Goodnight, Johnson.”
“Night Tarron!”
He’d have to have that conversation some other time.
i don’t like how these turned out but still posting them
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