Love from Opposite Sides {p}

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    Alright, well I have an idea for my character's appearance already. Since he's going to be an alien, I imagine him having teal fire hair and light blue skin. I could draw a super quick sketch of him after school. His name might be Aaron, but it's all really rough draft cause he's a new character.

    You don't have to draw him if you don't want to. I can get what he looks like from how you describe him. My character is a bronze skinned with platinum hair. His name is Noah, but he's called Na'ho by his people

    "Move along, kid!" A man with bronze skin yelled, holding Elian by his wrists, making sure they were firmly behind his back. The man shoved him into a small, dark room. "Can you watch over him, Na'ho?" The man asked, looking over at him.


    Elian, a boy with bright blue flames emerging from his head, sat there silently and glared at both of them.


    ((Sorry if it's not a good first post ^^')

    Na'ho nodded as he glared at Elian. "I'll make sure he doesn't do anything he shouldn't brother" he replied turning to face Elian. As the other left he noticed the blue flames seeming to burn from his head. "So why do I need to watch over you? Do you have powers or something?" he asked

    Elian stayed completely silent for a few moments. He wasn't willing to talk to his enemy. Though he didn't absolutely love his homeworld, he still wasn't going to be a traitor. In his mind, if he ever associated himself with this rival, he was going against everyone he loved--his parents, his sister, and his girlfriend at home.


    The stranger looked up at Na'ho with narrowed eyes. He smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" His 'hair' grew taller as he spoke, becoming a large fire on his head. He was furious. All he wanted to do was stand up, burn this guy to death, then leave. Then...why didn't he try?


    He stood up hesitantly. He had no idea what this man was capable of. It probably wouldn't be the smartest to try and knock him out right then and there.

    Na'ho rolled his eyes at Elian's response. He didn't want to be in the presence of him more than the other did. He honestly would rather go back his homeworld, to his family and friends and his pet, but instead he was here on a moon between the two of their world. He watched the prisoner's hair grow more and smirked. "Well I know that if you're gonna try anything the cell's fireproof" he warned.


    He knew that guy wanted him dead, but at the same time so did all the other prisoners. He however could tell this one was different. The fire was a bit of a give-away since the others didn't have that. "So who are you?"

    Elian sighed and leaned back against the wall. He didn't sit back down though, because he wanted to be ready in case this stranger tried to hurt him. Reluctant to speak, he stayed silent for around two minutes, and then finally gave in. The boredom was getting to him. Even though he hated this guy with all his heart, it would be rather mundane to sit there in silence the whole time. "A prisoner," he answered sarcastically. What good would it do to give him his name? If anything, it would just lessen his chance of being freed.

    Na'ho glared at him. He knew the guy wasn't gonna give him his name, but he honestly thought he'd be a bit more clever than just a prisoner. Some of the others had said some similar, but would add a threat. "Well prisoner, we're gonna be stuck with each other for a while. I don't know if it's till the end of the war or until someone higher up than me wants you dead so you'd better get used to that room of yours. However I'm not gonna confuse you with the other prisoners so I'm going to call you hothead" he explained

    Elian smirked, amused at his new nickname. "You're pathetic, you know," he whispered. "You could be helping your family out there in that war. But instead, you chose to look over me. Don't you feel ashamed?" He retorted, trying to guilt trip him into leaving him.

    Na'ho's glare hardened at Elian's comment. "I didn't choose to be in this position. I used to be fighting out there for my home and my family and then one of your people messed up my leg so I couldn't fight" he growled pointing down to his left leg that had half of it covered in some sort of metal as a replacement. "You think it means I can go home, but no. I was relocated to here where I have to make sure you and all the others here don't escape. The last thing I wanted to do is be here" he admitted

    Elian's smirk faded, and he sat back down once again. The flame from his head subsided to a more gentle fire. His amber eyes narrowed and glared up at his. "Fine. What's your name?" He finally asked, giving up his bitter attitude. They were both in the same type of situation, so why not? Of course, they were from different worlds, but he decided to ignore that difference for now. It couldn't hurt just to talk to him for a while, right?

    Nah'ho noticed that the flame had gotten smaller thinking he might've been calming down. He kept his glare on the other though he knew they weren't that different from each other circumstance wise. He took a deep breath and kept his gaze on him. "Na'ho, what's your name hothead?" he asked crossing his arms

    Elian chuckled and called Na'ho a slur under his breath when he called him "hothead" once again. "My name's Elian. Elian. Not hothead." Absentmindedly, he cracked his neck along with his knuckles. "Elian Ignis. I have a sister named Seika...funny how I'll probably never get to see her again because of you."

    Na'ho could hear him mutter something under his breath, but didn't say anything about it. "Eli..an, okay got it" he said. He rolled his eyes at his second comment. "Yeah and I might never see my brother Ta'li with the rate this war is going" he retorted.

    Elian sighed heavily out of frustration. This guy really was a pain. They were so similar, yet they were from other sides. In fact, if he had been born on his world, they would have easily been friends. This war was disgusting. Elian didn't even know the true reason why they were fighting. It sounded like just some petty argument between the two, or some war for a stupid piece of land. "You know what," he muttered. "We're pretty similar. You have to admit it. But...we're from different worlds. If only you were on my side..." He smirked. "We could have been good friends."