G/T One-Shots

Barrier

-these words are based off roots of non-English roots-

There she is. Watching me. Staring me down. We've never spoken a word to each other. There's no need to. Well, until now. Here I sit, inches away from the giantess' face. I might as well make the first move.

"Hi, please don't hurt me," I stay calm. This is what I've trained myself to do. Giants are docile, just curious. "I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me."

"Quiel?" she asks. I think she asks it, it's in a questioning tone. Different language. Great.

"I," I gesture to myself. "Won't," I shake my head. "Hurt," I slam my right fist into my left palm. "You." I point to her.

"Persi taní vretain meikrino?" Another question I imagine. "Miwen nachnia zranidichi taní."

"I don't... I don't understand." I stand in temporary defeat. This will take a while.

"Miwenime yao Cecelia," she motions her hands to her chest. I picked up Cecelia. Could be her name. "No megú taní, par confie taní."

"Uh-huh."

"Taní confiel miwen?" She pauses, waiting for an answer to her question, which is more like a puzzle.

I slowly nod, and she smiles. I guess I got the answer right.

"Taní megúe miwen?"

"I want to try to speak to you," I reply slowly, motioning from my mouth to Cecelia's mouth. She looks at my arm with a confused expression.

"Miwendiut, miwaho Cecelia yan desete yan crawen paldos craentil laberin." She smiles again, bubbly and happy.

"Yeah." No better reply.

"Quiel di taní?"

"Talk with your hands," I motion, throwing my hands around. She stares for a second, then it clicks.

"Cecelia," she points to herself. "Desete." She shows up ten fingers, then seven. Seventeen. She crosses her arms over her shoulders then points to me. "Confie taní." She wants to hug me? Maybe I got that one wrong.

"I'm Ryan," I point to myself. "Twenty." Ten and ten fingers. "I want to hug you too?" I ask, making the same motion.

"Madí!" She quietly exclaims, doing jazz hands. Probably just a celebration of our progress on talking.

She points to her free hand, then to me. She wants to hold me. I sigh, then nod in return. Without a question, she quickly but calmly picks me up and places me stoutly in her hand. She's honestly a cutie. If we could talk normally, we might get along.

"Taní vretain bellían!" She points to me then makes a half heart with her free hand. I do the same gesture, assuming she wants me to complete it. She looks surprised, but then slowly lowers her half down to mine and touches my thumb with hers, retracting soon after. Her smile is warm.

Suddenly, her eyes shoot open a little, jarring me. What's she doing? She slowly sets me back down and pulls out her giant phone, furiously tapping away. Eventually, she pushes her phone over to me. A translator is up, translating from Marcian to Staccint.

"Hello, this won't translate well yet my name is Cecelia. I have wanted to say that I trust you and would want to be your acquaintance." Wow, that really didn't translate well.

I quickly switch the languages and start typing my message.

"Hi, I'm Ryan and I trust you too. I want to be your friend also," translates to "Gretien, miwaho Ryan yan confie taní saweli. Miwen abrí tanigana saweli." She turns the phone around to face her, and she smiles.

We can make this work.