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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 22:17:00

Entry tags:

complete, day three, jack harkness, legolas greenleaf

WHO: Legolas Greenleaf and Jack Harkness
WHAT: Random meeting
WHEN: Day 3, morning, before meeting Giselle
WHERE: Wandering around the tents
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete

When Legolas rose from his reverie, all was as it had been before. He was still in a strange room, unlike anything he had been in before, and it was still completely new and a little bit scary. At least in Mirage, the place had adapted. He had wanted it to look like his woodland home, and it had. Here, it stubbornly stayed the same. And what a place it was, full of nothing that caught the eye, nothing beautiful. He wasn't sure he liked it.

But it was shelter, and he needed that to keep him safe while he took his rest. That was good enough. He likely wouldn't be spending much time in this ugly, plain room, he decided. It didn't take him long at all to get ready to go, tunic, leggings, bow, and knives. That was all he needed, and then he was ready to explore. There was still much to see. It was a chilly day, he noted as he went outside.

The tent city outside looked much the same, he noted. But he hadn't had time on his arrival to look through all of them, and there was still many he had not explored. The smells coming from one particular tent, with the aroma of freshly baked bread and roast venision, caught his attention. He hadn't eaten yet, so that was the first place he headed.

The tent was filled with many tables, and Legolas chose one at random and seated himself gracefully. Soon, he had a plate of food in front of him, and was happily eating away. After a little while, he looked up to notice someone standing nearby. He gave this person an encouraging smile, and a little nod of his head. "Join me, if you will."

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-25 09:55 am UTC (link)

Well, whatever Legolas did with his features, Jack heartily approved. There was a way with which his face twisted ever so slightly that made the attractive man all the moreso. When it came to Jack, a smirk was nearly permanently settled into his features, he just managed to contort his face in different ways to either broaden or lessen said smirk. Right now, though? It was one of Jack's smiles that flashed intermittently across his face. Legolas was more than a worthy opponent and so rarely was Jack able to test the full range of his skills in the 'flirting' category.

That smile grew into an almost grin with that statement. "A slightly stretched metaphor, Prince," Jack teased lightly. "But it's the truth of the matter that I agree with. I believe the turn of phrase 'the more the merrier' has been used to describe such a station." Jack saw the mischief in Legolas's eyes and knew the same expression was mirrored in his own.

Inclining his head ever so slightly, Jack raised his mug in a silent toast. "I heartily agree on the company," Jack replied. If Legolas couldn't stop once he got started and Jack never turned off -- the morning may have an interesting outcome. Or, if notthe morning -- some day along the lines. "Fame, fortune?" Jack suggested. He leaned forward with an almost conspirational whisper. "Or, it sounds like, one would receive their freedom by solving. Tempting, but I don't like going in any place blind." The smirk was back. "Best what to know is behind and in front of you at all times."

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princegreenleaf
2009-03-25 12:56 pm UTC (link)

Legolas shrugged, beyond amused at this point. Oh, it appeared that this Underground wasn't going to be so bad after all. Not with company like this. Normally, humans (or those who looked like them), didn't particularly interest him. He'd had little contact with them. But this man played the game, and with enough strangeness that it was the more exciting. In short, he approved.

"Perhaps so, but apt nevertheless." He laughed, delighted by this whole thing. "Oh, so true. I had not thought that a human sentiment." Whereas elves, before they pairbonded, were very sensual creatures and, well, lived forever. Needless to say, they played a bit.

The elven prince shook his head, not in disapproval but just in confusion. "I know not. Perhaps I shall brave it someday soon." He glanced around at their meal and then raised an eyebrow at Jack. "It would seem our meal is complete. And yet, I have enjoyed talking with you, and would not leave yet. So, tell me, shall we go elsewhere?"

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-29 12:05 am UTC (link)

Jack was just as amused, and, too, pleased he had found such a worthy opponent for his games in such short order. Jack hadn't had any dealings with elves (only fairies) up until this point but if the elven race were all like Legolas, he'd have to rectify that situation and in short order. There was a part of Jack that wondered if the elf could sense the strangeness about him -- if those 51st century pheromones he always spoke of were what drew this sudden attraction.

Arching a brow, a slow smile slid across Jack's face. "Depends on the human, I believe. And, perhaps, the era of their birth. I remember once, one time I was sentenced to death. Drank a couple of hypervodkas and wound up in bed with my executioners. Lovely couple that even kept in touch later." Jack gave a look that clearly said he was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh.

"I have not decided if I'm going to or not," Jack replied. "Part of me wants to see it and part of me doesn't trust this Jareth bloke one bit. Who even knows if the Labyrinth is solvable." Jack pushed his plate away, watching as a goblin came to grab it, scurrying off once more. "Miniature Weevils," Jack muttered under his breath. His attention drew back towards Legolas. "My morning belongs to you."

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princegreenleaf
2009-03-29 11:45 pm UTC (link)

The blond prince nodded and rose to his feet in one graceful motion. He looked around for a place to bring his plate, but saw nothing. With a half-shrug, he left it where it was on the table. Someone would be along to pick it up soon, he was sure. Or that's what his experience would show him. Quickly, he picked up his mug, drank down the rest of the beer, then left it on the table as well.

"The era of their birth..." He frowned thoughtfully at that statement. "In my own world, I would laugh at such a statement. The race of Men is yet new, and there have not been many eras to live through. Here, however, I would not scoff so easily." He tilted his head to the side as he waited for Jack to rise. "In bed with your executioners... you are unlike any humans I have met."

He glanced at the man, and then looked more closely. "You are not as the men of my age, Jack Harkness. Tell me your story?" He laughed a little. "Starting, I should think, with one simple thing. What is a Weevil?"

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