"Why do you stare at them like that?"
It was an easy question, an easy answer. Yet the human merely smirked at the miffed tone and continued to stare at them. There was the familiar sound of metal contracting and then the even more familiar of light foot steps over the dried leaves that rested in the roof tales.
"I always ask you, but you never answer! Answer me, Dib-beast!"
Dib continued to stare placidly above him, the smile widening at the sound of pacing and babbling around him. Suddenly he turned around, showed the weight of his body in his hands and did a scissor movement with his legs that caused the alien to land on his PAK and head.
There was a moment of silence, where Dib was painfully aware of how loud his heart could beat, and then
"Stupid stink beast, you are a fucking moron! Awww, my mighty head.CURSE YOUR ASSHOLE!! "
the fifteen year old human burst out laughing. Having Zim using human curses was much like watching a child doing the same: They didn't know what they were saying and the result was hilarious.
"Are you laughing at me?" Again the miffed tone. Dib's laughter died down and he smirked.
"I'm laughing with you."
"LIES!! Zim is not laughing! Your dirty mind-tricks won't work on this irken, stupid stink beast, you." more incessant babbling. Dib had gotten used at it over the years. It was soothing at some level. Zim's voice covered the silence that always seemed to regain in his house.
After some time the babbling stopped and there was silence again, and Dib moved his amber gaze from the starry sky and laid them in the magenta one of the alien. His eyes were on his, grave, serious and unblinking. He had only seen them like this once, four years ago.
It was then when he had realized how strong the silence could be, how it always had bean so strong that it caused physical pain until the alien had came and got rid of it and then.
Then the silence died for a second time.
"I wasn't made to wallow in depression, stink child." Had said him then, and offered out a hand. It was one of the first personal things they had discussed and like most of them only made sense much later.
"Why do you stare at them like that, Dib?" asked the irken in the soft, questioning voice he could use when the answer was important.
An easy question, a hard answer.
"Because they are beautiful."
Zim stopped staring into Dibs eyes and fixed them in the sky instead. "Beautiful."
They had never seemed beautiful for him. They had merely been passing satellites or accumulations of gas that he randomly would have to dodge.
The human saw the green skinned creature frown and smiled. Even when he wasn't talking Zim managed to fill the silence with the small twitch's of his antennas or the random "hmm" sounds he would made every now and then.
"Beautiful." repeated the alien a second time, pushing a leaf and watching it fall from the roof. "What makes them beautiful? What makes anything beautiful?"
A hard question, an easy answer.
"The fact you love them."
There was a long pause without silence, the space filled again with Zim's "thinking" sounds and Dib staring at the stars. When surprisingly enough the irken kept quiet for more than 10 minutes Dib turned to stare at him and see if maybe he was asleep, but found the alien staring at him with the same thoughtful expression. The human blinked.
"Zim, is something wrong?"
Zim shook his head, and the humans frowned.
"Why are you looking at me like that then?"
It was an easy question, an easy answer.
Zim smirked.
It was an easy question, an easy answer. Yet the human merely smirked at the miffed tone and continued to stare at them. There was the familiar sound of metal contracting and then the even more familiar of light foot steps over the dried leaves that rested in the roof tales.
"I always ask you, but you never answer! Answer me, Dib-beast!"
Dib continued to stare placidly above him, the smile widening at the sound of pacing and babbling around him. Suddenly he turned around, showed the weight of his body in his hands and did a scissor movement with his legs that caused the alien to land on his PAK and head.
There was a moment of silence, where Dib was painfully aware of how loud his heart could beat, and then
"Stupid stink beast, you are a fucking moron! Awww, my mighty head.CURSE YOUR ASSHOLE!! "
the fifteen year old human burst out laughing. Having Zim using human curses was much like watching a child doing the same: They didn't know what they were saying and the result was hilarious.
"Are you laughing at me?" Again the miffed tone. Dib's laughter died down and he smirked.
"I'm laughing with you."
"LIES!! Zim is not laughing! Your dirty mind-tricks won't work on this irken, stupid stink beast, you." more incessant babbling. Dib had gotten used at it over the years. It was soothing at some level. Zim's voice covered the silence that always seemed to regain in his house.
After some time the babbling stopped and there was silence again, and Dib moved his amber gaze from the starry sky and laid them in the magenta one of the alien. His eyes were on his, grave, serious and unblinking. He had only seen them like this once, four years ago.
It was then when he had realized how strong the silence could be, how it always had bean so strong that it caused physical pain until the alien had came and got rid of it and then.
Then the silence died for a second time.
"I wasn't made to wallow in depression, stink child." Had said him then, and offered out a hand. It was one of the first personal things they had discussed and like most of them only made sense much later.
"Why do you stare at them like that, Dib?" asked the irken in the soft, questioning voice he could use when the answer was important.
An easy question, a hard answer.
"Because they are beautiful."
Zim stopped staring into Dibs eyes and fixed them in the sky instead. "Beautiful."
They had never seemed beautiful for him. They had merely been passing satellites or accumulations of gas that he randomly would have to dodge.
The human saw the green skinned creature frown and smiled. Even when he wasn't talking Zim managed to fill the silence with the small twitch's of his antennas or the random "hmm" sounds he would made every now and then.
"Beautiful." repeated the alien a second time, pushing a leaf and watching it fall from the roof. "What makes them beautiful? What makes anything beautiful?"
A hard question, an easy answer.
"The fact you love them."
There was a long pause without silence, the space filled again with Zim's "thinking" sounds and Dib staring at the stars. When surprisingly enough the irken kept quiet for more than 10 minutes Dib turned to stare at him and see if maybe he was asleep, but found the alien staring at him with the same thoughtful expression. The human blinked.
"Zim, is something wrong?"
Zim shook his head, and the humans frowned.
"Why are you looking at me like that then?"
It was an easy question, an easy answer.
Zim smirked.