Personification Of The Sun

by Quills_Ink

Summary:

Elliot seems to notice what he notices, and sighs, shoulders sagging and all. “It looks a bit unusual, doesn’t it?”

“No—! What—what.” 007n7 frantically waved his hands in front to defend himself, then stared. “No, you don’t look odd at all! You look— You look cool."

or...

007n7, Sunsets, and Elliot.

Notes:

To be honest i didn't know what i was trying to do, but hey, this is better than angst, no?

007n7’s always been fascinated by the sunset.


It was beautiful, akin to a burning candle flame, lighting up the entire room. Or in its case, all of the available surfaces it could reach. The beauty is brief if gone unnoticed, but it leaves a lasting impression when it’s watched— really looked at. It engraves a solid image in your head, living rent free forevermore.


The sunset represents all that is ending, transitions, and new beginnings; nevertheless, a promise of a new dawn. It ends peoples’ days, acknowledging their hard work, and giving permission to rest for the rest of the day.


007n7 never knew why he was interested in it. I mean— a specified time that occurs once a day? Something naturally seen in normies’ daily lives? That’s lame. Though he can’t help but stand, and just— stare; at the sunset that departs.


The sunset was gracious enough to idle by, staying while others hadn’t— and moved elegantly through the sky. Akin to ending people’s days, It ended 007n7’s life.

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When he was transported to this realm that was controlled by the Spectre— forsakened, if you will— 007n7 figured he’d never set his sights on those glorious rays once more. He was disappointed— sure, though he never thought about it again after that. Who obsesses over a star that’s at the center of their solar system anyway? Weirdos, that’s who, and 007n7 is not a weirdo.


Though on one particular round, he separates from the one whom he spawns together with, per routine. (To spare them of having to tolerate his presence, of course. He’d stick by if it wasn’t a problem, but it was, and 007n7 didn’t mind. Not at all. He’s fine. Even if a while has passed by.) 007n7 finds Elliot, fixing a generator.


And he— looked different than usual? It wasn’t so rare that the Spectre would give one of the Survivors or the Killers different clothing, but it wasn’t very common either. It’d usually arrive in a box when it was 007n7’s turn to receive one, so he guesses it’s the same for the others.


It was uncommon to have head gear though, especially ones that bright. Though it’s definitely not for stealth, 007n7’s a bit concerned regarding that part.


The object of his interest stands up, “Oh.” Elliot blinks, “Do you need something?”


It’s only then 007n7 hears the familiar whirring of the machine the other stands up from. “Uh— no.” He also notices— he was watching him like a creep.


Elliot seems to notice what he notices, and fidgets with his rolled up sleeve, eyes narrowing  “It’s not that bad, right?”


“No—! What—what.” 007n7 frantically waved his hands in front to defend himself, then stared. “No, you don’t look odd at all! You look— uhm,” Do people have to be past a point in their relationship where compliments are permitted? “You look fresh—” and bright. Like the sun.


“Oh. Thanks.” Elliot smiled, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. 007n7 calls that an improvement.


For a moment, Elliot tenses, and sprints in another direction. 007n7 assumes that’s where the chase is ongoing. He supposes he should get a move on, too, and help the only way he can. Generators.


While his feet led him, purely by instinct, to a nearby Generator; he thought to himself.


The Sun; and Elliot.


He supposes it’s not far off. They two are bright, and have a warm presence that makes people want to rely on them.


They’re also very— very beautiful.

Notes:

This is at a point where they're way past grudges. After a while, or so? I mean, wouldn't you think trying to hold a grudge or despising someone in a timeless place a bit exhausting? That's what's going on with them in here i presume, IDK i'm just the one who types, they're probably sentient or something