Here it is: Wings Part V. This is the first time you've gotten to read from the POVs of both Keir and Eva within the same installment... You're welcomed. ;)
I've now published five parts of "Wings"! Yay! Due to this fact, I won't be posting any new installment of "Wings" this weekend. Sorry for the delay! Before I get into the next five installments, I want to take some time to develop the plot a bit and smooth over a few details before any more of it goes live. But in two weeks, Keir and Eva will be back, not to worry.
For now, enjoy Wings Part V: Pandas
When we get to my front porch, I turn to Keir and say questioningly, “So… do you want to come in?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Well… I live here.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah…”
I open the door and he follows me in. I walk into the living room and sit on the couch. Keir looks around, and then sits in the chair across from me.
I look at him intently for a minute. He meets my gaze for ten seconds, and then disappears.
“Hey!” I yelp. “Come back!”
Keir pops back into view, grinning like an idiot. “Don’t like that, huh?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s creepy; don’t do it!”
“Then stop staring at me. And,” he adds, “do you expect me to remain visible all of the time now, just because you know I exist?”
I shrug. I had kind of expected that. “Well… I mean… it’d be kinda nice. Since I know you’re there, not actually seeing you would creep me out, and I’d constantly be wondering where you were, and I’d feel like I was being watched all of the time, and-”
He interrupts, smirking. “You are being watched all the time.”
“Aaaagh!” I pick up a pillow off of the couch and hurl it at him. It lands beside him. Keir turns his head just slightly to look at it, a bit amused but unimpressed.
“I see what you were saying about ‘defending yourself’,” he remarks sarcastically.
“Oh, be quiet.” I think for a moment. “But really… can you maybe stay visible most of the time? Please?”
He seems to consider this. “Two hours. I want two hours a day to be invisible.”
I nod. This seems reasonable. “Alright,” I agree.
“And,” he continues, “those two hours? They’re me time. Which means you can’t talk to me, and you have to be quiet. Pretend that you don’t know about me. As far as you’re concerned, I don’t exist for two hours a day.”
I resist pouting. “It would be kind of fun to have a conversation with someone I can’t see…”
“Take it, or I leave right now.” Keir disappears and reappears within ten seconds, just to prove his point.
I sigh. “Alright. You get two hours a day to be invisible.”
We sit still and silent for a few more minutes. “So… what do you want to do?” I finally ask.
He frowns slightly. “Do whatever you normally do, and I’ll watch you do it.”
Now I frown. “That’s weird.”
“It’s worked for the past fourteen years.”
“Well… not anymore. Let’s do something together. What do you like to do?”
He shrugs. “All I ever do is guard you, so…”
Oh. Touche. “Well…” I think for several seconds. “Oh! I have an idea!”
Keir rubs his face with his hands. “Oh, joy.”
“Let’s get the laptop and watch panda videos.”
He stops rubbing his face and looks at me. “Panda videos?”
“Yeah! You know, videos of pandas playing, and sleeping, and doing other cute things…”
“Yes, I understand the concept, thanks. Not to mention I’ve probably spent hundreds of hours watching you watch them. But seriously. Do I look like a ‘panda videos’ type of guy?”
I shrug. “Everyone can benefit from some cuteness. Particularly when it’s in the form of a panda.”
Keir rolls his eyes. “Fine. I’ll watch some bears do tricks with you.”
“Yay!” I jump up and race off to fetch the laptop. Be right back!”
Panda videos. Noun. Things uploaded to the internet, meant to entertain toddlers, the elderly… and Eva. Antonyms: see useful, normal, or a worthy form of entertainment. Synonyms: see annoyance, waste of time, or the death of Keir.
That’s my definition, anyway, improper though it may be. It’s not that I hate pandas. I don’t have anything against them, other than the fact that I have spent an unbelievable amount of time observing Eva as she consumes the videos rapidly. Still, it is a little different sitting here beside Eva and watching them with her. She’s sitting there, totally enthralled with the fluffy little animals. My brain starts to admit to myself that it is amusing and almost cute that Eva is so easily entertained. She makes a high-pitched “Awwww!” sound every other minute, and doesn’t seem to notice when we watch the same video twice… or when I groan and roll my eyes. It’s almost endearing.
Ugh. Endearing? Since when did I even think about that word? I shake my head almost imperceptibly. Maybe the pandas are getting to me, or maybe I’m just tired. Whatever it is, I need to stop thinking stupid thoughts. I redirect my thoughts towards the fact that Eva can’t seem to stop giggling, and how annoying it is. Obnoxious, really. What is she, five years old? It’s also aggravating that she looks so happy all the time. Doesn’t she know that there are problems in this world? First and foremost, the vexation of me being stuck as her “guardian angel” of sorts.
She turns towards me, eyes bright as she grins and points at the screen. “Look, isn’t that little one adorable?”
“Uh…” I divert my attention from her smile to the screen and watch a baby panda roll over on its back.
“Yeah…” I shrug. “Cute.”
Eva pouts. “Oh come on, you can’t honestly say that isn’t one of the sweetest things you’ve ever seen.”
Pfft. “Believe me,” I assure her, “I honestly can.”
“Alright then.” She crosses her arms and looks at me defiantly. “What have you seen that’s cuter than a baby panda learning to walk?”
“It already knew how to walk,” I say, stalling. “It’s just clumsy.”
She raises one eyebrow and continues to stare at me expectantly.
“Um…” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Eva. I don’t usually find things cute.”
“Hm…” She seems to consider this for a moment. “Cats? If you’ve been watching me for my entire life, you’ve seen a lot of cats. And dogs.”
I grunt. “Sure, cats are great. Love the little guys to death.”
She sighs. “One of these days,” she says confidently, “I am going to find something that you think is freaking adorable.”
Sure. “I anxiously await it.”
“It’ll be amazing,” she says, and then smugly turns back to her panda videos.
Thanks for reading, guys! Oh, and here's an adorable video of a panda, in case you want to watch some panda cuteness. (If you relate more to Keir in this instance... you should still give it a try. Eva's correct: Everyone can benefit from some cuteness. ;)
Seriously, what did we do to deserve pandas??