Brelione//DruigxOC

the frustration of commuication

the wedding must be perfect. because if it's not then we will have to do it all over again. and of course ikaris is late, running me twelve minutes behind schedule. he runs in, covered in sweat as he wipes his eyes, apologizing.

the wedding is next month, you cannot be late anymore.

he smiles, licking his lips as he messes with his bracelets.

i'm serious

"i know, i know. i- what am i doing?"he asks. it's a task, to explain that he must be in nothing but pants so that his top will fit perfectly. druig and makkari are being done later today, now that i've finally found the perfect obsidian fabric for druig, who cannot be seen wearing bright and frivolous colors. but he doesn't need to know that black will only be the accent color. and makkari, a rosy gown with gold along the neckline and sleeves.

flowy of course, it must look good when she runs. like a running flame. he's just as red as her fabric as he stands, refusing to look at me as i take my measuring string. "could you not have the assistance of humans, you do not have to do all this work yourself."he says. he just doesn't get it, how big a deal it is. and like he's responding to my thoughts, he says something out loud that i wish he had kept to himself.

"what is such the huge deal of marriage anyways?"i cannot prevent myself from slapping his shoulder, making him chuckle, eyes closing as he smiles. "oh, i'm ever so sorry for not understanding such a human concept."he says, dragging his words out, watching me. he's trying to annoy me for a reason that i don't know. but for now, i stay civil. though i know my face doesn't show it. i hope that he feels lucky that it is not i who shoots beams of cosmic energy from my irises.

is it so human if we do it too? you tell me that you never want to marry?

he doesn't reply, watching as the measuring string wraps around his arm, eyes glued on me and refusing to move as i scribble down the measurements.

well?

i wonder if he could ever see himself with sersi, if he intended to have a long term relationship. but i suppose when you're as old as us everything is a long term relationship. "marriage is never something i thought of, but i'm sure you have. you and druig."he says. cutting the piece of fabric is easy, calling upon birds that lay in distant trees to come along and hold the fabric for me as the scisssors glide against it.

i hear what sounds like a chuckle come from ikaris' throat, making me turn to him. he just shakes his head as the fabric drops into my hands. i look at him, raising an eyebrow. "i just think it's funny. i mean, you've believed yourself to be unremarkable when this entire planet bends only to your will. i would bet so much to say that this planet was created only for you. i suppose that it's your world and we are simply living in it."hes trying so hard to flatter me and to my dismay he's succeeded.

how he's managed to remember my complaints is something that is a mystery to me. it's such a shame that he becomes so bored that he must entertain himself from the conversations of others. i can only hope that one day he finds a friend in the eternals. and if he doesn't than i might just have to be that friend in order to keep everyone else from feeling such pain. and how he's managed to compliment me so well is nothing but another mystery.

he knows how i love praise, not responding as i hold the fabric to his body, gripping his arms and moving them to my liking.  "do you deny it?"he asks as i move a pin through the fabric. of course he would ask that if me, he wants me to feel flustered. i wonder if he's studied the way that druig speaks for it sounds like something that would come from him. it's odd, throwing me off as i look at him. i cant exactly deny it thought i'm sure that if i agree i would be deemed conceited. but conceited is who i am, so with a smile i shake my head.