A/N: I have been hooked on welcome to night vale recently and I'm in love with cecilos because it's such a charming dorky adorable pairing and I couldn't help but write about it! This is just to help my muse but will be updated and as I'm on holiday I will have chapters (which are already hand written) up as soon as I can get them mobile uploaded. I hope that someone may find this amusing and I've tried to write it so it could make sense to someone who hasn't listened to the show but just be prepared for random weirdness that will not be explained! Hope you like it.
Cecil is not stupid, nor is he malicious, or even capable of lying effectively - much to his embarrassment. Cecil, the singular man, is a pleasant, slightly excitable and appropriately naive man and, within the quaint and horrifying town of Night Vale, is generally well-liked by the town's government suppressed collective.
He's and intelligent man but not a born intellectual as such due to his selective unobservant manner. He is, at times, easily distracted and blinded by trivial things and blissfully ignorant of other large scale causes for concern. However this matters little to most in their light streaked 's clever and clueless and it's this very contradiction that invites people to warm to him. His natural interest in others and their opinions made him a prime candidate for the Voice of Night Vale, in more ways than were comprehendable to most, save members of the City Council.
He intrigued Carlos from the moment they were acquainted with his off hand insight and his blasé and utterly entrancing view of life and their position in the mind numbing void of the universe. He somehow precariously and precisely treads the line of a skeptically religious scientist. His impressive ability to empathise with near anyone almost made Carlos jealous as he, as a scientist, strived for an unbiased and unfiltered view of the world, but instead he settled for complete fascination.
However, one thing that Carlos was not accustomed to or inclined to understand was Cecil's painful and blunt sincerity.
When they'd first met, Carlos had thought Cecil an interesting man and worth pursuing - in a scientific perspective, of course... He didn't pretend to be ignorant of a little attraction on his part that perhaps wasn't strictly professional but he wasn't exactly known for being a romantic maverick and was far too wrapped up in his work to make a move.
Their conversation had been easy and light when they passed each other at the librarian's strike/not-so-peaceful protest and yet it somehow contained an existential depth that left Carlos feeling dizzy. It was an unintentional effect that Cecil had on people but it left Carlos eager for more.
That was until one of his colleagues, who'd just shown him the dissection lab for all animals missiled from the Glow Cloud before it joined the PTA, had told him to join the town and listen to Cecil's radio show.
He was then introduced to his own lab which was perfect other than some cabinets having teeth, the mysterious ticking boxes, and the ominous yet useful sinkhole that spoke and commented on little things like Carlos' attire and any mistakes he made in his work. The voice of the sinkhole was one of a motherly, middle aged woman and Carlos promptly named Clive.
He turned on the old radio on the side and it automatically tuned itself into Night Vale Community Radio and caught Cecil mid-show.
"And now, the weather." Cecil offered.
When music began to play it confused Carlos but he shrugged it off as another of Night Vale's increasing oddities that he'd investigate another time. He heard Clive singing her rendition of the indie ballad and smiled, enjoying the company, even if she was tuneless.
He began work on his investigation into Night Vale's Public Library, scrutinising the single book that the City Council had allowed him for the time being. It had come with a pocket flame thrower, bloodstone and an emergency self destruct mechanism - just in case. The radio let the music disperse and Cecil's voice filled the air, thick and calm and smooth and suddenly Carlos had difficulty concentrating.
He listened to Cecil's report on the Glow Cloud's decision to enrol it's daughter in the Night Vale High School. He was attentive during Cecil's description of the non-existent and forbidden dog park expansion. Furthermore he paid rapt attention to Cecil's relayed account of his interview with Old Woman Josie about her marrying two of her angel friends, Erica and Erica, in the car park behind Ralph's.
Carlos forced himself to focus a llittle and then let himself listen for a while and found himself very much enjoying Cecil and his radio show.
"So to conclude, Khoshekh, our charming resident floating feline, is having a blast learning Korean."
Carlos shook his head in bbemusement. However, this was when Carlos was first exposed to Cecil's incredible blunt sincerity and his attitude of sharing to connect to his audience on a more personal level. Carlos started when he heard his own name mentioned.
"Carlos! Oh sweet, perfect, lovely Carlos with his perfect hair. Oh, listeners!"
Cecil told his listeners in brief but informative detail all about Carlos, what little he knew and all that he wished to soon know, and about their fruitful conversation.
"I instantly fell in love," Cecil gushed unabashedly.
As quickly as the subject had arisen it was efficiently transitioned as Cecil pulled apart Desert Bluffs new town morale motto as nothing other than petty lies.
Carlos wasn't listening and could feel himself blushing and bubbling with anger as he shut off the radio, ignoring the sound of annoyance Clive shot his way. Carlos thought about Cecil's obvious sarcasm and felt a bitter taste rise in his mouth. He continued on with his work, slamming his fingers down on the laptop's keyboard with much more force than necessary, muttering under his breath as he wrote nothing helpful.
"If he thinks my hair is that bad he could've just told me rather than being sarcastic for the whole town to here," He muttered waspishly
.
"I don't think Cecil was being sarcastic, dear. He's not the type about such things." Clive commented soothingly but Carlos was not having any of it.
"Clive, please. Let me work." He snapped and she tsked but fell silent.
After a while of angry and unproductive work he relented. It was dark now and his eyes were tired. Thinking about it, maybe Cecil hadn't meant any offence with his sarcasm, perhaps he was just trying to be funny, entertain his audience. Besides, in person he'd seemed like a perfectly genuine and agreeable guy. Moreover, everyone liked him and that had to stand for something in his character surely. All the evidence pointed to him being a nice person and, being a scientist, Carlos was nothing without his evidence. But there was still something about Cecil, something imperceptible but tangible. It was imperative that Carlos sate his scientific thirst for knowledge.
He decided he would meet and talk with Cecil a number of times, measuring and recording his moods and manners and calculate as accurate an average 'Cecil' scale as he could to better understand him. For some reason he was excited, probably to have a live case study again but he knew that there was something more in his excitement to though he didn't dare define it.
It seemed a simple enough experiment and he was nothing if not thorough and curious in his research and observations so this was perfectly normal, right? It would be foolish for him to let his mind be distracted and not fully engaged in his other work if he was trying to ignore an interesting lead, he told himself.
He prepared himself to merely perform a small study of Cecil, merely for his own interest purposes and would then move on. Strictly orthodox and strictly professional. He didn't know or mean to let it go as far as it did, that was never his intention. However, little could've prepared him for the consequences and complications of his seemingly harmless idea, and nothing would prepare him for the emotional whiplash he'd receive in the process.
A/N: Please excuse any errors as I had to painstakingly type this on my mobile with awful auto correct. New chapters for all fics up soon! I know night vale is less known but whether you listen to it or not I would really really love to hear what you think/want to happen/like/dislike, etx and any ideas are always awesome. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading! Belle.