WALL-E: Brontophobia
WALL-E
Brontophobia
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-E/EVE
Movie spoilers
The EVE probe was a sophisticated piece of reconnaissance technology; sleek, yet built to withstand any kind of weather.
But that didn't mean she had seen any kind of weather. In fact, humans hadn't seen natural water, and therefore clouds, since many years before she'd been manufactured. Due to this, a great error was overlooked when the probe was being designed.
EVE was a floating lightning rod.
“Evah!” On the first dark, cloudy day in a while, WALL-E pushed EVE out of the way of a bolt, getting shocked himself.
“WALL-E!”
Of course, he was fine, having been hit by the same natural disaster multiple times before, which he told EVE. But despite this, she still carried him back to the truck and once there began looking over him in a frenzy. As she checked him over, she asked him questions about how he felt. “Okay,” he replied several times. Finally, he took EVE's hand pithily. She froze. “Evah.”
“...Okay?” she asked, loosening slightly. The question was quite rhetoric sounding.
“Okay,” he replied anyway.
EVE calmed down the rest of the way with a sigh, and squeezed WALL-E's hand back. Their fingers were intertwined moments later, but a quick glare passed EVE's features. “Worried,” she scolded.
“Sorry,” WALL-E replied with warm eyes, much to EVE's dismay. He wasn't sorry for the part of it she wanted him to be sorry for. She gave up. WALL-E's overly self-sacrificial attitude was something she loved about him anyway.
Older lights blinked from static discharge as thunder boomed directly overhead. EVE's hand squeezed tighter, but she couldn't help melting slightly when the gesture was returned and WALL-E leaned his head against her. How odd, she thought. Normally, love seemed to make her feel more emotion. But with WALL-E here, and safe, EVE found herself unable to have fear.
Brontophobia
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-E/EVE
Movie spoilers
The EVE probe was a sophisticated piece of reconnaissance technology; sleek, yet built to withstand any kind of weather.
But that didn't mean she had seen any kind of weather. In fact, humans hadn't seen natural water, and therefore clouds, since many years before she'd been manufactured. Due to this, a great error was overlooked when the probe was being designed.
EVE was a floating lightning rod.
“Evah!” On the first dark, cloudy day in a while, WALL-E pushed EVE out of the way of a bolt, getting shocked himself.
“WALL-E!”
Of course, he was fine, having been hit by the same natural disaster multiple times before, which he told EVE. But despite this, she still carried him back to the truck and once there began looking over him in a frenzy. As she checked him over, she asked him questions about how he felt. “Okay,” he replied several times. Finally, he took EVE's hand pithily. She froze. “Evah.”
“...Okay?” she asked, loosening slightly. The question was quite rhetoric sounding.
“Okay,” he replied anyway.
EVE calmed down the rest of the way with a sigh, and squeezed WALL-E's hand back. Their fingers were intertwined moments later, but a quick glare passed EVE's features. “Worried,” she scolded.
“Sorry,” WALL-E replied with warm eyes, much to EVE's dismay. He wasn't sorry for the part of it she wanted him to be sorry for. She gave up. WALL-E's overly self-sacrificial attitude was something she loved about him anyway.
Older lights blinked from static discharge as thunder boomed directly overhead. EVE's hand squeezed tighter, but she couldn't help melting slightly when the gesture was returned and WALL-E leaned his head against her. How odd, she thought. Normally, love seemed to make her feel more emotion. But with WALL-E here, and safe, EVE found herself unable to have fear.