#enelden

Drathus often avoided interactions with the rest of the crew if he could, the less he talked to them, the better. Besides, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable talking to the same beings that he used to eat.

His morning cup of hot water was interrupted by commotion as Igrok stepped out of the elevator carrying Eli in his arms. Drathus was about to excuse himself from the situation until Igrok called on him.

“Quit sitting on your ass, I need some help.” Igrok grunted, kicking the elevator door with the heel of his boot when it threatened to close on Eli and himself.

There was a familiar smell in the air, thinking back to the moment, Drathus was ashamed to admit that it made his mouth water. When he stood from the couch he understood what it was, Eli’s leg looked like it was snapped it two. He could see the bone, the sight made him feel faint.

“Oh no plant boy, now’s not the time to wilt. Clear the pillows off the couch.” Igrok hurried over, Eli was sobbing, clutching on to the Engineer’s tanktop.

“What happened?” Drathus asked, tossing the pillows aside.

“Gear shit. Tryn’s fixing it. Where’s 03?” He carefully lowered Eli onto the couch.

“I-I don’t know?” Drathus couldn’t stop staring at the blood, there was a trail on the floor, it was soaked into Igrok’s pants.

“You’re going to have to let go of me, kid.” Igrok’s tone was surprisingly soft until he spun to face the Coric. “Well? Go find her!”

Drathus kept staring at the wound, watching the blood ooze past the makeshift oil-rag tourniquet; it brought back memories.

“God!” Igrok yelled, snatching one of Adelaide’s embroidered pillows (the one that annoyingly said ‘A happy sleep is just a good pillow away!’) he placed it carefully beneath Eli’s leg. “I have to do everything on this ship! Drathus if you’re going to stare at it, at least try to be useful, be comforting or some shit, I don’t know.” He looked to Eli who was writhing in pain. “If he tries to eat you, fuck, scream louder or some shit. Somebody will hear.”

Drathus ignored the comment, he didn’t expect any less from the Engineer. He came to Eli’s side. “Take my hand. It’ll help if you have something to squeeze.” Drathus offered her his non-mechanical arm.

Eli appeared as terrified as she felt. She didn’t know whether or not she had to fear a blood thirsty Coric or her own blood loss. After some hesitation she grabbed his hand.

“It’s not too bad.” He tried to sound encouraging.

“I’m bleeding out!”

“No, it looks like it’s slowing down. The tourniquet is working, you’ll be fine.” He smiled but with his carnivorous teeth, he was certain it would make her feel worse- even he didn’t like the sight of them. Yet much to his surprise the girl seemed to relax, at least Coric comfort was better than none. With his free mechanical hand he brushed away a tear from her cheek. “You’re holding up better than I did when I lost my arm.”

Eli let out a short huff, it was as much as she could muster for her typical dry laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

“No really, it’s true. I was hysterical.”

“How did you lose your arm?”

Drathus hesitated. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.” Eli said, relaxing further now that she had a distraction from her pain.

“Corician cannibals.” He admitted, he didn’t like to think of it, but he could tell that the conversation was helping.

“You’re bullshitting me.”

“I know, it sounds like it, right?” He agreed. “I was working in the jungle and they attacked my camp. They held us hostage to eat us alive.”

“Fuck!” Eli’s face twisted in disgust. “That’s fucked!”

Drathus thought over her reaction, then he laughed. “Yeah, I suppose it was pretty fucked.”

“So they…?” Eli nodded her head towards his mechanical arm.

“Bit right into it, they said it was better fresh.”

“Fuck!” She dropped her head back. “I can see why you were hysterical.”

Drathus couldn’t explain his behavior, but he laughed about it again. “What happened to you?”

“I don’t know- fucking gear burst from one of the engines- the thing that stopped it from breaking the wall and probably shooting out into space was my leg.”

“Hey, that’s a pretty cool story.” He reassured. “Every tough girl needs a,“ he searched his mind for the word, “badass injury like that.”

Eli perked up. “Think so?”

“Absolutely.”

At that moment Igrok came back into the room, followed by 03 and a far more worried Enelden carrying supplies. “She’s on the couch if Drathus hasn’t eaten her yet.”

“Thank you for your assistance Drathus.” 03 spoke coolly as she assessed the wounds, pushing an IV into Eli’s forearm. “You should go and find Mr. Grelek so that he may get started on this mess, then you should clean yourself up.”

"Oh?" Enelden smiled, his excitement audible when he realized it was only himself and Thea in the room. And of course, well, the Vikrilian twins. "I see you've beat me here?"

Thea bit her lip, her cheeks a familiar rosy pink. She tried to think of something clever to reply with, but too much time had passed, she spent so long not answering his question he probably thought that she was ignoring him. "Oh you know!" She blurted out, giggling. With her back to Enelden she pressed her eyes shut, mentally scolding herself for how rediculous she sounded.

Enelden smiled as she laughed, fingers gripping the edge of his tablet in nervous repetition. "Do you well, need any help with them?"

"I helped raise sixteen of my sisters! I'm great at handling little ones." She glanced into the makeshift cradle that was really more of a nest of blankets. The two Vikril had finally settled down to sleep.

"I see." The disappointment was evident in Enelden's voice. He looked to the dull glow of his tablet. The war, he felt, had made him bolder at having conversations with Thea, the medical postings he browsed through had also become an excellent crutch for him to exit conversations with. Just as he was about to make up an excuse, Thea spoke.

"That being said I had three mothers and many sisters helping so," she turned to face him, making eye contact for precisely 5 seconds- what a success! "Your help would be very welcome. It's good for them to have another male role model." Thea tucked her hair behind her ears and stepped aside. Her bangs were growing out, there wasn't much time to stop for a hair cut during the war.

Enelden peered in at the sleeping Vikril, they were really quite adorable resting atop each other with their tiny fingers curled and their tails wrapped up. It was tough to imagine that they would grow to be as large as Grelek, they still had a long way to go."I'm glad they are resting, as far as my understanding goes, Vikril teething is a very painful process." He gently stroked the backs of the young Vikril as they slept.

Thea had a difficult time watching the scene. To see Enelden in such a fatherly way was something she was not prepared for. She imagined he would be great with children, but to see it play out was enough to make her ask him to father her own.

Enelden had a strong urge to protect, and to see the very best outcome for the twins. He would provide whatever he could to assist them and ensure they had the best opportunities. He looked to Thea, she must have been staring at him by the way she quickly glanced to the side. "Do you want children? You know, after the war some day."

She looked back at Enelden, surprised at the question, more than a little love struck she fumbled around. "Yes, many." She was surprised that her mind formulated a reply. "You? What about you?"

This time Enelden laughed nervously. "Many." He agreed. "Do you think you'll raise them in the Rosterian way or more human?"

"I don't yet know, I haven't decided. Really I'm afraid to decide." She twisted and gripped at her own hands. "I think with the right person, that one mate would be good."

"Really?" Enelden straightened, facing Thea head on. "What does he have to be like?"

Thea felt how hot her face was, but it didn't stop her from unintentionally describing Enelden. "Someone good with kids, someone handsome; I've always liked darker hair and light eyes. He has to be creative and intelligent, and of course he has to enjoy having sex. But I think what I would want most is a compassionate man." She shifted around. "But I don't really know what fathers are supposed to be like, I haven't exactly spent much time around them."

"I think those are great traits to look for in a partner." He said as casually as he could muster. "I think you would make a beautiful mother."

"Do you really think that?" Embarrassed and flattered, she pressed her curled hand upon her lips.

"I-- I don't think of it often or anything, I just imagine that you would be. You've got really great traits for that sort of thing." Still overwhelmed by a strange sense of fatherhood, Enelden nodded. "I mean, at least for me, I'd want someone with your traits to, you know... I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks that." Thea's face went bright red, she had to turn away to be able to breath and function. A gentle ping brought Enelden's attention to his tablet. "I have to run, are you all right here?"

"Yes, mm-hm." She wheezed.

No reading nor studying could have prepared Thea for what life was truly like outside of Rosteria. The idealistic pink planet was an outlier to the rest of the galaxy it seemed; everywhere she went she came across beings of all kinds that would cast her unpleasant glances. Thea could not fathom why it was happening, as far as she saw herself, she was fitting in, acting normal and wearing normal clothes- perhaps with a little more fuchsia than most others.

Thea sat quietly on a bench, reading a book from the Dreamborn series. She was waiting for the lightrail train. Outside of the glass-domed terminal rain fell heavily. It reminded Thea of when it rained back home, of course precipitation on a reed roof was a sound far different than glass, but the broad concept was close enough to stir her memory. The bell of the station chimed for the hour, it was now 2 AM, her train would arrive in fifteen minutes.

Thea worked as a server at Max’s Tymalian Cuisine, a small shop in the heart of the downtown of the city. It wasn’t a permanent position, nor was her stay on Bellatrix Prima a permanent residence. It was only a stop on her tour of the galaxy. She was making enough to pay her hostel rent and save up for a ticket to the next planet. Yet her money seemed to disappear faster than she could make it, that was due to her love and inability to pass up on anything pink.

Thea was plucked from the pages of her book when she felt a hard thud against her foot. She looked up to see a man, no doubt half Tymalian, gazing at her with an aggressive snarl.

“I said move.” The man repeated, shooing her as though she was a stray hound.

“Move?” Thea sat up, holding the spot in her book with her thumb. “I’m waiting for my lightrail? I’m not loitering or anything.”

“I don’t care what you’re doing, me and my friends are going to sit here, and we don’t want a chick like you up in our space.”

The strong scent of alcohol that drifted with his breath was enough to convince Thea that he wasn’t worth her trouble. “Right, I’m really sorry.” She said with a submissive smile, grabbing her bag and her water bottle before she moved across the terminal to another bench. 

Thea sat down with intentions to continue reading until she gazed back at the blueish man and saw that he was accompanied by two others that appeared even more inebriated than he. Worse still, all three of them were watching her in a manner that made her shudder. She closed her book, tucking it away so that she could clutch her bag protectively against herself. She glanced at the time, seven more minutes until her train arrived.

Thea dreadfully felt the trio approaching before she looked up to acknowledge them. She stood to move as far out of the corner of the building as she could before they confronted her.

“You know,” one of the drunks said, “A little pink thing such as yourself must be looking for something being out so late...”

“Yeah, you Rosians are always looking for a good fuck.” The other said more bluntly.

Thea continued with her rather meek demeanor, replying calmly regardless that she felt her heart pounding in her throat. “I am only part Rosian. My father was an Earth human.” She took a step back to distance herself. “I am just on my way home from work, I’m tired, I’m not really looking for anything other than a good rest.”

The men closed the distance once more. This time, the Tymalian man came closest to her, grasping her wrist. Thea attempted to jerk her arm back, but he didn’t budge an inch. “Pity that half of you is Rosian scum.”

-

Enelden saw the scene from the window of his seat before the lightrail he was on came to a halt. This wasn’t his stop, but he pushed past Igrok and Deon and sprinted out the door. The other two had little choice but to follow him off, confused by his sudden burst of speed and urgency.

“Excuse me.” Enelden shouted running towards the group. “Excuse me!” He shouted again, this time with more aggression in his voice as he pushed himself in between the three men and the Rosian. The Tymalian let go of Thea’s wrist, and now all of the attention of the drunk group was upon Enelden, they didn’t look impressed. “I think you three aught to leave this woman alone.”

The men looked at each other then laughed at him. “What we’re doing is none of your concern.”

“It is my concern!” He shouted back. “You’re harassing her, I suggest you leave her alone.”

Now, Enelden on his own was nothing to be intimidated over. It was Deon and more-so Igrok, the muscular Engineer who made threatening gestures unbeknownst to and behind Enelden, that made the drunks less inclined to start something physical. “Come on,” the Tymalian said, “a Rosian and a dweeb aren’t worth our time.” 

And with Enelden looking like the hero, the trio departed from the station. 

“Are you all right?” Enelden asked, turning around once he was sure that they were gone. 

Thea fancied herself to be excellent with words, but when she tried to answer him she was at a loss of what to say. His eyes were a soft blue, like the delicate powdery petals of a hyacinth flower. The longer she gazed into them the more she found her thoughts drifting into pleasant nothingness.

“Did they hurt you?” 

“Hmm? No.” It was a struggle to reply.

“May I see your wrist?” Enelden probed, lightly taking her hand in his when she held it up. It was difficult to explain, but he suddenly felt quite drawn to her. Her gaze was wide, her lips full with the cutest natural pout, her hair billowed around her like cotton-candy clouds. His gaze was locked on hers as his hands went through the motion of inspecting her wrist.

“How does it look?” 

“Right, ah,” Enelden looked down to her wrist. “A little bruised, nothing serious, it should heal quickly but take it easy on it for a few days. Ice it if it hurts.”

She nodded. “Thank you for, you know, stepping in there. Not everyone would do that. You’re really valiant, a modern day hero!” They simultaneously blushed, Thea shyly glancing away. 

“Oh it was really nothing.” Enelden let go of her wrist, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I was just doing what was right.”

“LightRail 713, via Heath Street approaching, stay clear of the tracks.” The station voice said.

Thea’s eyes widened. “Well, I- that’s my train.” She bit her lip. “What was your name?”

“Enelden Silvak.”

Before anymore could be said Thea smiled, “Thank you Enelden Silvak.” She stood on her toes to place a chaste kiss upon the bottom of his cheek before rushing through the closing doors of her train.

Stuck in a love-struck haze, Enelden watched her train go, hoping he could catch one last glimpse of her.

“Your boner is showing.” Igrok said, whacking Enelden between the legs. 

“What?!” Enelden hunched over and covered himself, grimacing in a mixture of  embarrassment and pain. 

Deon laughed. “She was pretty cute.” He looked up to the listings of incoming trains. “I hope that she was worth the hour and a half that it’s going to take for our next ride to get here.“

“Of course it was worth it.” Enelden said defensively. “They looked like they were going to hurt her, they were all twice her height! There was three of them!”

“What was her name, Lover-boy?” Igrok asked as he lay down on the bench, fully prepared to sleep through the wait.

Year after year it was the same, but perhaps with an extra hushed giggle added to the mix. It was Enelden's birthday. By now he had mastered the art of pretending to be asleep while he waited for his daughters, all ten of them, to get into place around his bed before he let them 'wake' him up. Enelden wagered that he was doing quite well at quelling his smile, listening to the innocent banter that occurred between the soft voices.

When the weight of his youngest daughter, Eyela pressed upon his chest, Enelden awoke with an innocent grin. "Oh? What is all of this?" His voice was groggy as he feigned confusion (just like he did every year.) As a father, there was nothing he loved more than the sight of his ten girls smiling at him. One on one they looked quite human, but all together he could see their mother's Rosian blood in the hints of pink that tinted them.

"Happy birthday!" The girls collectively yelled, exploding with triumphant giggles because to them, they had pulled off yet another excellent birthday surprise.

"Oh?" Enelden's smile grew until his face hurt. He sat up in bed, lifting Eyela to press a kiss to her cheek. "I suppose it is my birthday, isn't it?"

"Daddy! Did you forget your own birthday again!?" Jaska, a bright eyed girl of about five years old asked, playfully pushing her father's leg.

"He always forgets!" Another chirped up.

"Open your card!" Hannah passed her father a large hand drawn bee, with pink stripes instead of yellow, heart eyes, and a humanoid smile.

"We all signed it!" Jaska informed.

"Did you now?" Enelden pat the bed, inviting the rest of the girls up to sit with him. He glanced at his wife Thea who was both beaming and glowing (not to mention sparkling with glitter as always,) she was seven months pregnant with their eleventh child. He took the card and admired each of the different artistic hands of his daughters, who were in his unbiased opinion, the best artists in the galaxy. "You are all so talented." A chorus of giggles followed his words.

"Open it up!" Brinna exclaimed.

"You haven't even looked at the inside of the card!" Said Charlie, a daughter who was somewhere in the middle.

"Mommy, breakfast is going to get cold if Daddy doesn't hurry up!" Rosie looked at her mother with concern.

Thea smiled and pulled her daughter into a vice-like hug, smothering her face in kisses. "Don't you worry darling, we can always heat it back up."

Enelden's chest welled up with happiness as it often did when he gazed at his family. "Okay, okay, I'll hurry it up." He said, unfazed as Eyela grabbed his beard in her tiny fists and pulled as she babbled and chirped at her father. After his fourth child, he was certain that he lost all of the nerves around his hair follicles. "Such a beautiful card..." He commented as he read.

"They are all good poets, they take after you." Thea commented as she, along with her daughters, eagerly watched him read.

"They get their crafting talents from you though, my dearest wife." Enelden's compliments never failed to make Thea blush, even after twenty-five years together.

The card was filled with drawings and scrawled sentences, so many that there wasn't a single blank space on the inside of the bee. When he finished reading he passed the card to Thea. "We'll have to make more space on the wall for this. Thank you for such a beautiful gift everyone. Now let me get up so I can give you all a hug."

At the promise of a hug, all of the girls quickly hopped off of the bed, attacking their father with tight squeezes as soon as he stood.

Thea leaned over the crowd of girls and pressed a kiss to Enelden's lips. "There is still another surprise!"

"Oh?" He arched his brow.

NAME: Roxanne

NICKNAME: Roxxy

GENDER: Female

STAR SIGN: Libra

HEIGHT: 5′8/1,73

FAVORITE COLORS: Turquoise, apricot

TIME RIGHT NOW: 9:55

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: anywhere between 4 and 7 during the summer... sadly

LUCKY NUMBER(S): absolutely no idea

LAST THING I GOOGLED: panties (yes, i’m aware how odd that sounds XD)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: these days, none

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Anakin Skywalker/Leonard McCoy

FAVORITE BOOK(S): right now? an unpublished book from a friend of mine (it’s not fanfiction). It’s an awesome piece of original fiction and I will kick her ass if she doesn’t get it published

FAVORITE BAND(S): Metallicaaaaaaa. And a bunch of other metal/rock bands. (Hey, @enelden I’m happy to hear you’re a metalhead :D)

DREAM JOB: Starfleet

WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: Panties, tank top

WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: second half of 2014, idk exactly

CURRENT AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS: 450 i think

WHAT DO YOU POST ABOUT: Star Trek, Star Wars, Metallica

DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: Nope.

WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH ITS “PEAK” (WHEN DID YOU GET MORE FOLLOWERS, HAVE A POPULAR POST, ETC…):  When I started making fandom related text posts

WHO IS YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWER: that changes literally every day

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO GET A TUMBLR: fangirling. so much fangirling. i realised i could be free here xD

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS: Nope

WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: it’s the ultimate McKirk url :)

Hi, 

It's juste a little message to begin this tumblr blog and introduce myself.

So...

I'm Enelden, 17 years old cosplayer. And I like comics book (specially Marvel), cinema, tv séries and computer programming.

I do cosplay since 2013.

I'm sorry for some mistakes I certainly do when i write in english, but it's not my mother langage. I do my best.