WHO: Allanon and Lenalee WHAT: meeting, spell, confusion WHEN: beginning of plot WHY?: because faces and fun WARNINGS: n/a STATUS: Closed and Completed
Lenalee has insisted on coffee first. They were finally going to go train and she wanted to get caffeinated first. So she met him at the coffee shop, grinning. She was dressed to train, her innocence activated, the boots ready to go. She had her long hair tied in a braid, and a sweater on today.
“Coffee is the drink of the gods.” She said laughing, because she was last that happy for caffeine.
***
“It is.” He smiled to her, eyes warm, curious, and full of humor. “Coffee is very good at what it does.” He chuckled. “But I will brew you Dragon’s Breath someday and you will learn what coffee is missing.”
The herbs were here, and he could brew it for her, ashe had recently done for Eretria, on the day of returning to their bodies, and times since.
He wore simple pants and boots, and a jerkin of a thin cloth, his staff resting next to him. He might never need it here, but he doubted it was wise to not have it.
***
“What is this Dragon's breath?” She asked curiously as she looked over her cup at him, brow arched as she smirked. “You've got me curious.” She laughed as she tapped her toe.
“You finally found time for me.” She teased as she sipped from her cup, eyes glinting over the top. “I'm excited. Been awhile since I've been able to.”
**
“An herbal tea. Not like most. It is something like what people here call a smoothie, but warm.” He nodded, chuckling. “It is full of caffeine, the element in coffee that makes it so strong.”
His smile turned silly. “And it is stimulating, as well.” Few liked it back home, but he thought she would.
***
“I see.” she said after a moment “sounds weird but I’d try it.” she laughed softly because she would totally love it. She liked things strong and delicious. Coffee was an addiction, it was a very real one thank you, and she knew she’d want to try this one.
Too bad her next thought was interrupted as the world started going dark. The spell hitting in a wave throughout the town, knocking her on her ass, quite literally.
***
Allanon felt something coming, and he instinctively acted as the world went dark, hurling himself across the table,reaching out, and gathering in Lena against him as he called up every ounce of Earthpower to shield them.
Utterly ineffectively, as he landed next to her and blacked out, still cradling her against his chest like a child.
***
Lena didn't have time to ask him what the hell he was doing as he hurled himself at her and caught her up. Coffee clattered to the floor as they blacked out.
She was the first to wake up. Eyes bleary. It took her a minute to realize she was in a coffee shop. Then to check herself mentally for injuries. Bruises from a rather sudden crash into a person and the floor but nothing else. Whoever she was tucked against had taken the brunt of it.
“Um. This is awkward.”
****
“A little.” Allanon groaned as he came to and looked at her, feeling a flash o pain and tenderness for her.
“Are you okay?”
He sat up slowly, looking around as he rubbed his side, which ached. One hand gently steadied her. “Something hit us.”
***
“Nope I'm good. Just some minor bruises I think.” She sat up and stretched. “Oof. Ok so this will sound weird but.. Who are you?”
She stared at him trying to get a feeling. Nothing. Drawing a total blank. Empty. Nothing there. Heck she couldn't remember why she'd gone for coffee.
**
“No clue.” It was startling but true. He remembered nothing at all.
He slowly levered himself up and fished in his pockets, slowly, slowly. He found a phone and a pouch, and some very odd seeds and small items, as well as a knife. He tapped the phone as he stood, and smiled. “I’ve got a meeting set for today and its with a Lenalee… so maybe that is you?”
***
Lena fished around for her phone and found it, and after locating it nodded. “That would be me, I guess. Look there’s photos of us.” because Lenalee was the type to take silly photos of people, and they certainly looked like family photos almost. Carefree, dragged him into it, you know that kind of thing.
She ran her tongue over her teeth and frowned. “The name doesn’t ring a bell, though.” she frowned at him “though in here it says I’m coming to meet an Allanon. So that must be you.”
***
“There are.” He looked into his, and found a few photos, ones with him looking almost fatherly and her smiling. “I must be. This is going to sound odd, but…” he looked down at those pictures and felt a faint tugging in him. Shaking his head, it went away, but still, “could I be your father?”
The words sounded right to him.
***
She looked up at him, looked at the photos, looked back. Then shrugged. “I… maybe? That would make sense, right?” she looked back at them again and nodded. “I mean, I can see some resemblance.” it was there, after all.
“Dad? No more like Father, you don’t seem like the chill guy more like the awesome stoic father type.” she said looking between the photos and him again.
***
Allanon squinted at her, then nodded. “I feel as though that makes sense. Father feels more right. I think I am likely protective, from how we woke up, but not… “ he waved at their clothing, which was noticeably different in styles. “not very ah controlling, if that makes sense?”
He didn’t feel like he would try to force her into anything.
He looked at the remnants of their table, then sighed. “We should right ourselves and get something to eat, then see if we can find anyone who knows us.”
*** She nodded as she managed to help get everything upright and sorted back out, cleaning up the mess that had been made as things toppled to the ground. She ran her hand through her hair and shook it out.
“Yeah, I feel maybe I get leeway?” because yeah she was dressed nothing like him. But she was a free spirit, she could already tell that.