I'm doing this December challenge thing, where I write three drabbles a day, every day. Most of them will be on deviantart, under the name of Nghh. Um... But all the DaLNr ones will be here. :') So far, only one!
Ribbon
Zim has been talking to Lard Nar again. I hate that, they both KNOW I hate that, but that doesn't stop the Captain from being curious about my people and from Zim trying to fuck with me, as he always has. We're technically friends, but I'm pretty sure he still holds a grudge. He displays this by twisting the truth about humans, whenever my 'mate' starts asking him questions.
Usually, it ends up almost being a tragedy, like the time Zim tried telling him that humans almost ALWAYS leave their mates to find new ones.
He had gotten quite a mouthful from me after that and ended up apologizing to both of us… If only to avoid making me an enemy again.
But this time, the Captain had asked Zim about Earth holidays. On Earth it's December, so Zim decided to describe, in his own twisted way, Christmas.
Obviously leaving out certain key parts.
"Merry Christmas, Dib!"
I look down to see Lard Nar holding up a big blue ribbon, which rested in both his palms. It was beautiful, really. A deep blue that shone brightly when put under light and had something like sparkles decorating it. It looked like space, really. The tied ends ran over his fingers, covering them completely and the loops must have been the size of my hand.
He looked up at me expectantly and I know he wanted me to feel at home here…
I almost told him, right away, that Zim had left out that usually these things go on top of gifts… But then I looked into his eyes and had to pause. He cared about my feelings so much and that's not something I've ever been used to and it wasn't something I had known that I needed in my life. Even during the most busy and dangerous parts of the Resistance, he was always there to listen to me and take care of me. He genuinely cared and that was a feeling that I couldn't describe.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me, easily.
So instead of pointing out that Zim was messing with him again, I decided that there WAS a gift under the ribbon. I carefully take the ribbon from him and pull him close to me. "Thank you, Nar." I give him a long kiss on the cheek. My heart flips when I hear him chuckle happily. "I love you."
