Starry Eyed Boy (An Analogical Fanfiction)

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Warnings: anxious thoughts, lonely thoughts, cursing

Virgil and Logan were, in complete simplicity, were staring at each other. Virgil still sat near his bed's headboard, while Logan sat at the edge of the bed, facing Virgil. Logan blinked, opened his mouth to begin, and paused. He continued to do this until Virgil spoke up.

"Dude, are you trying to eat the air?" Virgil said, a deadpan look on his face.

"What do you mean?" Logan asked, sounding genuinely curious. Virgil rolled his eyes and mumbled something along the lines of 'nevermind'.

"I assume I should start on our species." Logan pronounced after a few moments of consideration.

"Uh, species?"

"Yes. I must ask you not to ask questions until the end." Logan said pointedly. Virgil opened his mouth before closing it and nodding.

"We- you and I, along with your father, are a species called Teskains. We live thousands of light-years away, but with our advanced technology, to Earth's standards, we are able to get around quite quickly. Comparatively, to Earth, of course. Your father is one of the most important men in our sector. His name is Emile Picani, along with his, uh," Logan pauses for a moment before he lifts his left arm up and presses a button. Virgil hears the click of a button as a hologram shows up. The holograms look like glorified versions of flashcards, but for Earth's terms. Virgil raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.

"Oh, yes, your father's boy-fri-end," Logan says as if he had never seen the word before. Now that Virgil thinks about it, if what Logan is saying is true, then Logan probably hasn't seen much of Earth's languages.

"-Your father's boy-friend, his name is Remington King. Despite his name, Remy is not a king. If anyone was to be a king, it would be Dr. Picani. Your father helped in keeping the peace between surrounding planets, even going as far as traveling to other peaceful planets to observe and learn about cultures and, of course, peace in itself. On his travels, he was transported here for research purposes. In the five years, he was here, he met a woman- your mother. They fell hopelessly in love until she got pregnant. She had known about his ancestry, but got upset, as at the time she had only just then finished what you call 'college'. She demanded that he leave you and her alone. He wanted it to be your decision, so he gave your mother special pens so that if one wrote with them, they would block out any and all transmitters or DNA flags."

"In doing all of his hard work, albeit some diversions, he moved up in ranks, thus being under the king when the king died. Emile took over the city and for the first time in 400 years, the city flourished." Logan sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes before putting his glasses back on and continuing. "Your father has wanted to meet you for so long now. I may only be one hundred and thirty-one, and quite awkward when it comes to emotions, but I can see how much he misses you. I know for a fact that he'd be ecstatic to meet you. If you'll accompany me to Arteska, that is. Any questions."

Virgil had been listening intently and had filed away questions as Logan was talking. Virgil nodded.

"I have kinda a lot. So, I'm part alien? Like some E.T. type shit?" Virgil asked, moving his hands about in small gestures. Logan nodded curtly.

"And my father's like, some sort of rich, king... man?"

"Yes."

"Do the people there look... human?"

"Mostly. Some Teskians have eyes like me, which Emile said humans have a small selection of colors and it is impossible to have eyes like mine. Teskians have the same body figures as humans, all shapes and sizes, sometimes skin tones will vary. Some have bioluminescent markings, but those only show up in intimate and quiet moments. As an example, a quiet evening in with a friend, family or romantic partner. Some have, for humans at least, unnatural hair colors that are natural for Teskians. Other than that, they are the same other than small things. You might exhibit those as well, as you are glamored."

"Glamored? What's that?"

"Being glamored means that there is a technology that protects your identity and fits the species around you."

"Okay, one more question. Just one... you said something about going to Artkestia?"

"Arteska. Pronounced Aur-tes-kuh. And yes, as stated before, your father is desperate to meet you. Remy would like to meet you too, if only for his boyfriend's sake." Logan answered.

"If-" Virgil paused. He needed some time to think. He had stuff here on earth, like- like...

And at that moment, Virgil realized he was all alone. A small speck in the universe. Barely anything on earth and one thought filled his head, it had been there since Logan mentioned Arteska.

"Who would I be if I left this world behind?" Virgil thought. A small part of him wanted to stay. To stay where everything was normal, boring, and consistent. Virgil always liked consistency. "But lately," he thought. "Lately, the normal and boring and consistent part isn't normal or boring or consistent anymore. It's... lonely."

"If I go if I go and I want to come back home, I can, right?" Virgil asked, barely above a whisper. Logan stopped for a moment and then decided to smile. It was awkward and wobbly but it was there.

"If you have any troubles on Arteska, you can tell me. If it gets too much, tell me and we will figure it out together. I am one of the most esteemed servants of the king for a reason." Logan said, with a hint of smugness. He seemed proud of his title.

Virgil shook his head before asking, "Is that why he sent you? Because he trusts you?"

"Actually, he wanted to come to get you himself but there is a banquet for the upcoming holiday. He needed to stay in homeworld to finish his duties as king before himself. So he sent me. He sent me because he knows me and he knows I can protect the both of us just fine." Logan finished.

Virgil hesitated for a moment, then it was two.

"When can we leave?"