PAN ♡ gavin fielding (pantastic) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
Confusion was what first crossed Pan's face when the UPS guy suddenly showed up at his door with a package. Several, in fact. The man even had them on a little cart because he couldn't carry them all. He couldn't remember ordering anything online, and so the arrival of all the boxes was entirely bewildering, if not disconcerting and possibly a tiny bit scary.
But the topping on the cake was the flowers. What the hell? What the hell? As far as he knew, he hadn't woken up a girl, and only girls received flowers from -- oh, get that, a secret admirer. How charming.
Signing off, Pan bid the delivery man farewell and stared at his array of packages, unable to comprehend their meaning. Someone had to be playing a joke on him. Someone with a very horrid sense of humor, and he didn't even know what was inside them. The cute little girl popping up at his doorstep very nearly gave him a heart attack, and he was pretty sure he almost gave her one with how fast he swung the door open.
Look outside.
... Look outside where? Outside outside? He stood statuesque in the abandoned doorway with the card in one hand and rose in the other, perplexed at the chain of events but most especially puzzled about the origin of them. No, a little girl couldn't be his secret admirer. That was impossible. It had to be. But that E -- could it have been the E he was thinking of?
When the music -- was that Celine Dion? -- started trickling through his open window, Pan turned slightly, almost afraid of what he was going to find if he poked his head out. Maybe a marching band and a cheerleading squad. An airplane looping through the sky to form his name in the clouds -- something like that. Holding his breath, he yanked the balcony door open and tentatively stepped out onto the landing, fingers curling around the cool metal of the railing.
... oh dear God. Echo. A dancing Echo. A dancing Echo playing music on the other side of the street with people staring at her -- and then him.
For the first time in a very long time, Pan was completely and utterly speechless.