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eladoobler · 1 month ago

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thing i have written about Sentinel Melee. which includes a oc i have made for it

Sentinel Melee made by Pandora my girl and pal who is cool. she is awesome you shoudl ask her about sentinel melee

“Oh, help yourself to the juice if you want! It’ll take a little bit longer to finish over here!”— she hears Amber yell from the other side of the apartment.

Silver looks at the carton warily, grabbing and giving a weak shake, it feels… almost halfway empty. She looks down at her cup, it’s a somewhat fancy glass cup, it seems capable of holding a sizable amount of liquid, which is not good. Amber told her to help herself to it… but what if she was just being nice? Obviously she didn’t mean it with the idea of Silver just drinking all of it in one go, is this her favorite kind of juice? Grape? Why wouldn’t she have it if she didn’t like it? At the same time, the amount remaining inside almost feels… conservative, like it was and has been very precisely rationed to last, so even if it wasn’t her favorite kind of juice, what if she has nothing else? What if Silver takes too much and then when Amber comes in she isn’t satisfied by the amount she wants? What if Silver takes too little and Amber thinks she hates it?? Would she hate her? Would she feel offended??? Would she be sad????

“Okay, come on Silver, put yourself together, don’t freak out in her living room table,” — she tried willing herself mentally — “there’s probably a good solution for this, what if you pour a little bit, drank it, and then poured a bit more when she came in? Maybe she would think you drank a lot more than you did, and she would also drink a lot, yes! That’s it!”

Now with a plan in mind, she tried to pour, with as much care as possible, to pour the grape juice into the glass cup, which she also held to make sure it would slip and fall and break and then shatter and oh god her hands are shaking already why is she like this.

Right, how did she get here again?

Well, to cut a very dramatic and informative possible story chapter short, she was just going on about her business, dealing with an Incarnation. Until she got hit, and then before she could get hit again, some random girl showed up to finish it off, heal her up, and then began talking at her about how cool she looked, which made her too confused and overwhelmed to realise that as she was nodding along to whatever the other was saying, she agreed to come over with her to spend some time together.

So, now here she was, sipping a thimble of grape juice from a big cup, hoping that she’s not about to accidentally poke some other glass or liquid and spill or ruin everything in the very nice apartment that this girl has, because she is too nice to deserve even a fraction of something bad to happen to her.

And also something smells good.

“Hey Silvie!" — Amber walked into the room with two full plates — "Sorry for being so late with the food, i probably should've known it'd take a lot longer to cook for two instead of just one... i hope you didn't feel too bad waiting for it.”

“Oh, i uh- it’s fine- good, it’s alright, really.”

Her stomach growled, how long has it been since breakfast again? She didn’t really bring a watch everywhere, and when you need to fulfill Sentinel duties, carrying around a really important and fragile piece of glass is a certified way of making sure your trips to a fixer are more than biweekly.

“Oh goodie! So i’ll be honest here,” — she paused for a second looking away — “i… forgot to ask you what you wanted for dinner, so i kind of might’ve… made some sorta generic food?”

She isn’t sure to make of what Amber just said, until she puts down a plate filled with steaming rice, a juicy steak, and some beans to the side.

Silver stares at the grand meal before her with wide eyes and a slack jaw, she can’t recall the last time she had eaten anything that took more than maybe 2 minutes to cook, and much less believe that this is anywhere close to a generic meal.

Amber’s pouring of her own cup with water snaps her attention over to the other meal, which is similar to what she was eating, with the addition of some yellow floury looking stuff, more of the… meat liquid, and lettuce.

She grabs the utensils and looks down at the plate.

“If you don’t eat this, she’s gonna be even sadder and things will get awkward.”

With that thought in mind, she cuts off a small chunk off the steak, and slowly brought it to her mouth.

“Oh my god this tastes so good.” is what she thought as she chewed on it, and almost enthusiastically began to eat the rice as well, with it having a peculiar sweet taste to it as well.

Why didn’t she eat this more often? She wondered, before remembering her living situation, and exactly why she doesn’t bother with it.

“So Silvie! Whatcha like to do?” Amber suddenly spoke up.

“Hm?” was all the other girl could speak through her muffled mouth.

“Oh y’know, like besides doing Sentinel stuff? Like when you have fun?”

Silver put another mouthful of food in her mouth to try and delay the necessity of answering that, this girl is trying too hard, and being too nice about it, if she actually says something honest then she might bum her out, she’s… a guest, it’d be rude to barge into someones house and begin spewing tar all over the place. Actually you’ve decided you’re gonna really enjoy this mouthful of food, for no reason.

Amber stays as she is with one hand halfway resting across the table, and another on her chin, a smile as she stares into Silver — “...I like to paint.” — she says at last.

Silver gulps down the thoroughly chewed food up.

— “Sounds cool!” — she said immediately, not sure what to add — “do you like uh, sell them?” —

The other girl chuckled — “Oh no! I don’t think i could depart with any of them even if i intended one to be purely to sell!” — she paused for a second, looking away at something… behind Silver? — “Maybe i could like put up a poster for commissioners? I could probably make a few quick ones in that case.”

Silver looked behind herself, and saw a painting of a hillside looking over a town, it was… incredible, did… did Amber paint that??

“You… you did that!?” is what she lets outs loud, looking back, Amber has finished another mouthful, and is smiling.

“That one is one of my better favorites, i don’t really like to frame things since it seems so… stuck-up? But it was easier to just hang it like that than to use the canvas.”

“So... you paint like, nature? And stuff?”

“It is fun to paint nature, but i do paint lots of other stuff! I mostly use real life as a reference when im trying to understand something, like buildings and structures and like how clothes blend into each other mostly.”

“That’s cool.”

Right, this was going well, she was worried Amber was going to insist on asking her things, but if it’s just her talking about her own stuff, she… she can do this. Just eat the food, spend the time she has. Nod along to what she says and occasionally make responsive sounds of awe.

“...What do you eat at home?”

What?

“Huh?”

Amber’s face is different, she’s emoting something else as she says it. — “I just got curious is all, im glad you like my food, but the way you ate it almost seemed like...” — she stops to consider her words, — “Do you know how to cook?”

“I do, im not aimless in a kitchen.”

“But why do you not do it often?” — she assumes

“Hey! I never said that!” — Silver snaps back at her, voice wavering a bit in it’s tone — “And- and why does it matter? I’ve been fine eating what i have been.”

She frowns, you made her sad, you yelled at her.

“...Silvie, i was worried about you to be honest.”

You grip a shoulder tight. You’re a rotten guest. You should’ve just denied her before. Why does she care about you so much? You don’t know her. She barely knows you either, and you don’t want her to.

“...If you feel full enough, you can just give it to me, alright?”

“She feels like you didn’t like the food enough too!” — is what Silver thinks, looking down at the remaining plate in hand as a challenge, she grabs the fork and knife, and furiously ate all of it, even if it’s gone cold already.

...It still tasted pretty good.

And when she was done with the plate, she looked over at Amber and saw her barely cover up a smile with her hands.

“...What?” — oh god, what did she do wrong now?

“I could’ve reheated that.”

Silver mind goes through many excuses — “...It’s better cold.” — is what she decides on.

“Oh! Just like me then!”

“You what?”

“It’s mostly a habit i’ve picked up on, since i used to take a long time to eat meals, heh,” — she responds — “i got used to eating them cold, and now it’s kind of got a charm on its own to me!” — and she goes on — “Y’know, one time as a kid i spent a whole day eating lunch.”

“That can’t be true…” Silver says, mortified

“But it is!” — Amber says with delight — “My babysitter was a really sweet old lady and she didn’t know what to say or do when she saw me, so she just kinda… let me do it?”

She sounds like a problem child.

“You sound like a weird kid.”

“Oh yeah?” she said with a smug grin.

“Doesn’t seem like you got less weird though.”

“Aww, what about me do you find weird?”

Where is she meant to start?

“...Right, so you just randomly strike a conversation with a Sentinel you saw getting pummeled, and after you rescue them, you continue talking with them about random things, bring this person you don’t know home, and then… you give them dinner? For no reason at all?”

“I mean, do i need one?” Amber says, looking out a window the room had.

“Why would you do it if you didn’t have it?”

“...Well if i had to give one,” — she pauses, looking around the place, trying to not look at Silver’s eyes — “i guess i just wanted to be responsible for making someone happy, y’know?”

Silver stares at her, and Amber’s gaze flicks back to her as well.

“…You liked this, right?”

She stares, and for the first time, Silver doesn’t see the confidence she has held for most of their conversation, the smile is put on, she taps a finger on the table silently. She looks at Silver like she’s the only thing in the room left, she looks down for a second.

“...Yeah, i guess i did?”

Silver lets her arms relax on the table, looking back at Amber for a second, she is… glad, to have spent time here with her, with Silver, she doesn’t know why she did, and she almost says so before-

A pop song loudly rings out across the whole room, and Amber is quick to go and run off into another part of the apartment.

“Wait, you have something right now? What time is it?”

“Oh it’s only a leftover from stuff i had to do a long time ago! — she yells out from another room, the music stops — Also it’s… 17:47???” — she cried as she reentered the living room — “…I- i guess i lost track of time...”

It’s getting late, and her home is very far from here… yeah, it’s time. “I should get going home then.”

She got up from her chair, and approached the door, but before opening it, the other girl walked over to her, Silver looked up at her a bit confused.

“Before you go, can you pass me your number?” — she happily asked.

“Uh, it’s… i don’t have my phone on me.” — she dryly replied.

“I’ll just write mine down for you then!” — she excitedly said!

She walked over and ripped off a small paper from a notepad, writing it down faster than Silver could blink, and then walking back over, she grabbed both of her hands, and then carefully, gently pressed both of them with her own hands.

Her hands were soft, and she gave Silver a warm smile as she put the paper on her hand.

…What was that?

Silver walks down the hall to the elevator of the building, pressing the ground floor button on automatic. Before staring down at the paper again.

It was the phone number of Amber, with a cute doodle on the side representing herself smiling, curly brown hair simplistically done, both were made with a red pen.

Was… did she just make a friend?

Maybe it’s a bit too much of a stretch, it didn’t mean anything, she was so bubbly and nice, she likely has a ton of numbers, tons of friends and people she knows and talks to, she wasn’t… special.

But even so, she clutched the phone number in her hand and put it in the pocket of her hoodie.

She can give it a call later, or well, send a message knowing her more accurately.

And, although she doesn't think about it, a little smile is on her face imagining the idea of talking to her again.

#Sentinel Melee #Amber Sentinel Melee #Silver Sentinel Melee #hehehehee. i am so glad i get to tag these #oh yeah right. original ellie story tag #ellie writes a thing #ellie oc tag #okay which one of these was it....#il figure out later #ellie writings #okay there it goes

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