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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 07:40:00

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complete, day 7, legolas greenleaf, mad hatter, pheromones

Day Seven
WHO: Legolas and Hatter
WHAT: *bad Elton John impression* Caaaaan you feeeel the looooove toooonight... or, you know, this afternoon. Whatever.
WHEN: Day Seven, early afternoon
WHERE: In the edges of the nearby forest, to start
WARNINGS: PG-13 at most
STATUS: Complete

It was a lovely morning, Legolas thought as he rose in the pre-dawn light. He showered under his waterfall, got dressed, and headed out to watch the sunrise. He stepped out into the morning air, and his nose wrinkled up. It smelled... strange. He had brief, momentary longings for something, but shrugged it off fairly quickly. The smell wasn't that bad, actually. He got used to it quickly, and unaware of how close he had come to being affected by the strange chemicals in the air, he watched the sun rise.

Then, of course, it was off to breakfast. People were acting oddly, he noticed, as they started showing themselves. Humans definately did not rise as early as most elves do. Still, it was none of his concern, neither their rising time nor how they were acting. Anyways, humans always acted oddly. So he quickly ate his breakfast, trying to ignore the weirdness going on around him. Was it human mating time, he wondered idly to himself? Were the humans here that much like animals? This was not how things are done on Middle Earth, even among the humans. Or, at least, he didn't think so. He'd kept himself largely away from the short-lived race.

Eventually, things got strange enough that he decided he wanted away from it. People kept knocking into him, chasing each other around. It was very annoying. Slipping out into the cool morning, he walked quickly away from the ranch, towards the only place he could ever feel at home in this strange place. The forest. Gratefully, he slipped between the trees, and just wandered for several hours.

Time passed, and soon he was hungry for lunch. He slipped out of the depths of the forest, and towards the edge. As he moved closer, he saw a figure moving just at the outskirts. At first, remembering the odd way people had been acting, he was on edge. But this person was, thankfully, alone. He kept a wary eye out, but otherwise, just continued about his business.

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hattermadness
2008-07-11 10:16 am UTC (link)

The Hatter had rose that morning and thrown open the windows of his bedroom, sitting at the small table already set across from his bed. He liked to take his morning meal and tea alone, and while he ate a cool breeze blew into the room carrying with it a queer scent that the Hatter was quite sure he'd not smelled before. It was minty and sweet, not unlike his favorite brand of tea and the sweet cakes he'd stolen from the queen.

After breakfast he rose to dress, picking first a hat from the large selection, only to catch sight of his reflection in a mirror. A long finger rose to press against his cheek. They were quite a strange shade of red. Perhaps he was ill? At any rate, he covered his ailing cheeks with white powder, preferring the deep red color for the rouge on his lips, and perhaps his suit.

When the Hatter stepped outside after breakfast, clothed in a suit and large top hat of a bright red coloring. The only other color he'd allowed was the black of his gloves and boots. He'd been straightening his tie when a figure crossed his sights, heading towards the forest.

That strange warmth rushed to his cheeks again, and he was appalled to find that feeling was spreading. Only -- he couldn't stop watching the other male, feet moving of their own accord in the same direction. Clearly his body knew something his mind was not yet aware of, and who was he to question it -- his mind often fell a bit behind.

So he watched Legolas curiously, waiting for him to leave the forest because really -- the branches and dirt and bugs did not agree with the height of his hat or his clean shoes and suit. When the blond finally exited the woods the Hatter fell instantly into step beside him -- not a word or consideration for personal space as he linked arms and followed where ever his new companion was going.

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princegreenleaf
2008-07-11 10:33 am UTC (link)

He really had no idea that he'd been followed to the forest, nor that someone would be persistant enough to actually wait for him to come back out again. His ideas about whether this human was a threat or not were being challenged as he was approached. He waited for awhile for the man to speak, but he didn't. Strange man, actually. He'd never seen a human dressed quite like this. Nor a human with pale skin, or lips as bright as his.

The hatted man didn't speak to him, so Legolas shrugged and walked towards the ranch. It really was time for something to eat... and then, he felt an arm link through his. Surprised, he stopped and turned to look questioningly at the other male. He didn't even know him, why would he be touching him? He tried to cover his unease, as the human did not seem threatening, just somewhat... odd.

"Greetings. I am called Legolas. Is there something I can help you with?"

His voice was polite, curious, not hostile or threatening. After all, maybe this strange being came from a place where such behavior was normal. With so many different people here, it was very possible. He didn't want to be disrespectful of someone else's culture. Of course, his proximity was making him uncomfortable. He might have to take his arm away. Assuming, of course, he could pry it from this man's grasp.