Hidden Meanings

Payment of Touch [Original]

Idk a possible love story?? But I dunno.

"Pluto! Pluto, where are you?"

I dip my hands in the paint again, droplets of a baby blue dripping off my finger tips. I smear it across the wall, a horizontal mark, and rock back on my heels.

"Yo, Luciel, this sound okay?" I call, my eyes still frozen upon the color.

My best friend makes a noise from the kitchen, and there's the shattering noise of tumbling pots and pans.

"Luciel?"

"Um- yeah, I'm okay. I think- ow."

I don't laugh, however, instead narrowing my eyes in the direction of the noise.

He'll be fine.

Absently, I return to fading the wall, one finger absently scratching at my fingernail in attempt to get the paint off.

"Just because we're Rurusai, Pluto, doesn't mean I can't get hurt."

Rurusai.

Technically, we aren't supposed to be here. Earth was just for humans, animals, and plants- not Rurusai, who aren't human.

Humanity's inaccurate- in the books, where they show the tall and willowy, frosty-skinned, people... That's wrong. Those slender people are - and they even call us something called 'elves'.

'Elves' isn't where they stop. They call us by another name- Rurusai are divided between height- we're either much taller than humans or significantly shorter.

That must have been the reason why the name 'dwarves' came up.

Our body structures are different than humans, so kindly different- greatly so. And that isn't the stopping point.

Luciel appears in the doorway- twisted, thin lips and narrow cheekbones, seeming to be the epiphany of the words 'sharp face'.

"I'm thankful that I didn't have to request the aid of someone else- someone aside from us Rurusai. It's a lonesome world, the ones we've placed ourselves in. Even the slightest mistake can kill us."

I stop, hand freezing. Droplets of blue quiver and fall to the floor, but my hand stays frozen in the air.

There's always a consequence.

Improved healing, height advantage... It always has a consequence. In books, there's never a consequence.

In this world, there's never not something to level it out.

According to written records, we couldn't touch other animal or human species.

Humans, live animals. Thankfully, we can touch plants- the little garden I have blossoming in the small windowsill is proof of that.

In our society, the Rurusai hadn't touched another species for nearly eleven centuries, now.

I doubt the words carved into paper.

Luciel doubts the words carved into the paper

There is no reason to why we should trust the words of those who could have easily lied unless we saw it for ourselves.