Lie Ren (strongsilentype) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-14 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, fleur delacour, wall-e |
Fleur was obviously a woman with a strong work ethic.
Who: Fleur and Wally
When: Last week in May
Where: A local park
What: Being struck by Veela-esque charms
Warnings/Ratings: None/Low
Status: Complete when posted
Often times when Fleur walked her dog, Jake, she felt like she was the one getting a walk and not the dog. At nearly a year old the dog was in other words massive at nearly one hundred and eighty pounds. Even to this day she couldn't comprehend why Bill had wanted such a big dog but then again, the man had not been as slender and petite as Fleur.
"Come back 'ere," she called to the dog as he had managed to slip his collar and ran free around the park. Perfectly friendly the dog wasn't going to hurt anyone but it was frowned upon to not have him on a leash either by accident or on purpose. "Maintenant s'il vous plait," she told the dog firmly in her native tongue motioning to him to come back.
Instead she found him running up to a complete stranger. "I am sorry," Fleur apologized in her accented English as she reached the pair and attempted to get her dog back into its collar.
Wally was that complete stranger. He turned at the feel of the dog running straight into his legs, then looked to the woman who was now talking to him in that absolutely amazing accent. Both of his eyebrows raised, as if he was surprised she was talking to him. “Hmm? Oh.” Dog. Right. He turned to look at the dog. It was huge, and the slender blonde trying to reign it in was so... well... slender. She kind of made his mind go blank.
Not that he had that much going on in his head to begin with.
“It’s all right,” he said, softly. Wally had a friendly smile, a soft voice, and imposing stature.
Fleur gave him an easy smile as she brushed a lock of her blonde hair back off her shoulders so she could properly look at the man before her with her cerulean blue eyes. “He likes to run sometimes,” she explained in her accented English as she clipped the collar around the dog with a soft audible click. “He is friendly enough.”
For a moment Fleur studied the man before her and his appearance. It was much like her own in the sense they were both casually dressed but her sundress did little to hide the lithe dancer frame it rested on. She moved with a grace that was almost unnatural and made most in her profession hate her. The bleeding over from the dream world had helped her dance career tremendously.
God, she was beautiful. That sundress looked like it was floating around her, clinging in all the right places. Her eyes were so blue, her lips so pink and kissable. Her hair was glowing. Wally found his mouth went dry.
"He seems like a nice dog," Wally said, somewhat stupidly. "Really big." Wow, hopefully she wouldn't think he was an idiot.
Fleur gave him a smile, "Oui, he is a rather large dog." She told him giving the dog a gentle pat. "He is a big baby though do not be fooled. I would be the one protecting him." She had never understood why her dog was like he was but he was. Even umbrellas scared the poor dog.
"I am Fleur by the way," she told him happily as she extended her hand in a way most Americans seem to. If she was going to have a conversation she mine as well at least know the guys name.
“Sometimes the bigger ones are more bark than bite.” Wally said, as if he knew anything about dogs. Which he didn’t, really. He was guessing for the most part. Just trying to talk to keep the beautiful woman near him, talking. She was hynotizing. Dog? What dog?
“Wally,” He added, reaching a hand forward to shake hers. It was so dainty and soft in his hand. He was careful with it, gentle in the handshake.
"Same could be said for some people," Fleur told him in good humor as she shook the offered hand. She gave him a reassuring smile. "Which is not always a bad thing."
"It is nice to meet you Wally. Are you from around here?"
Wally didn’t have much of a bark, really. Or a bite. He was quiet and gentle, completely unassuming. after shaking her hand, he bent down to pet the dog, gently. “I live about a mile away.” He offered, pointing in the general direction of his house.
Fleur nodded figuring as much as she shifted the leash to her other hand as the dog continued to sniff around their feet. “I just moved here but it is nice.” She told him not sure really what else to say but for some reason wanted to keep talking to the stranger she had ran into.
“It’s nicer with you here,” Wally managed to say. For some reason, he wanted to say things to her. To show off. To brag about his accomplishments, or to compliment her and worship her. It was the strangest thing he’d ever felt. But Wally wasn’t a big talker, so he really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. “I jog around the park a lot,” he added, stupidly.
“Oh?” Fleur said softly with a smile as she looked at him for a moment. “How far do you jog?” It was a fair enough question figuring most runners, walkers or joggers were used to the question. It was a nice park though admittedly she hadn’t checked out any of the running trails in this particular park.
“Never more than five miles or so,” Wally said. It was a lot of words for the guy who didn’t talk all that much. He gave a sheepish shrug, being humble. “My job is fairly demanding.” He added. How on Earth was he going to make what he did for a living seem important? Maybe he should lie to impress her. She was so very pretty.
Fleur nodded as she absently twisted a strand of hair around her finger and as she gave him a reassuring smile. People seemed to talk more when you seemed friendly and well her “charms” she got from the dreams certainly made it easier, so much so she hardly noticed she was doing it sometimes. “So you jog a lot. What do you do for work?”
“Waste Management,” Wally said before he could stop himself and think of something more interesting to say. Not that his job wasn’t entirely interesting. There were a lot of things he did besides just pick up trash. There was... um... cleaning up after things. Sometimes. Roadkill. He did that, too. That required special training. Ooh, maybe he should say he had special training! Would she like that?
“Oh,” Fleur said raising an eyebrow. Whatever answer she had been expecting it hadn’t been that one. It was surely a far cry from the prim and proper ballet world she lived in with it’s performances and fancy parties. “That is well...” Fleur chewed her lip a moment and gave him a small smile. “Interesting for sure. Certainly more useful than my ballet training.”
Yeah, that was an unfortunate reaction. He really should have come up with something that sounded more interesting, or deangerous. Damn. Well, maybe he’d have to change professions, or something. Though he’d been doing what he was doing for over a decade now. That was saying something.
“You’re a ballerina?” He asked, somewhat stupidly. “I should have guessed it.” She moved with grace and style, he was not at all surprised that she was a dancer.
Fleur nodded with a smile. Ballet was something she couldn’t mention without smiling. It was as much a love of her’s as it was a job. “All my life. Been dancing since I could walk. It really is more work than you would think but it is fun too.”
“Oh, I can imagine.” He never thought it wasn’t a lot of work. Fleur was obviously a woman with a strong work ethic. Wally imagined she had to practice for hours and hours every day to be able to do ballerina things. Whatever they were. Dancing? He wasn’t all that cultured.
“Do you perform a lot?” He asked, wanting to know everything about her life now. Suddenly.
Fleur gave him a coy smile as she shifted the leash to her other hand so the dog could wonder about abit while they talked. “Usually. It really is the best part of the job.” It was the part of the job she had always been a bit in love with really. “Not so much this time of the year because most places are closed for the summer. It is more of a fall, winter and spring type of thing for the companies.” It was nice to have the summers off though. How many people made the kind of money she did and had all summer to themselves?
“It must be nice to have the summers off,” Wally said, almost as if he was reading her mind. He wasn’t though. He was just feeling the heat lately. The summertime heat coming on earlier and earlier in the day. He worked pretty much every day on the year. “How do you keep yourself occupied?”
Fleur nodded though it was only nice for a little while before it got boring. “It is for the first few weeks then it is just a lot of downtime while everyone else is working.” It did leave time for the beach though she still had not gotten there and she had been in California a year now. “I go to Paris usually for a little while, I still take some lessons to keep in shape, and I do an odd job here and there usually a photo shoot for a dance clothing line or something. But mostly just a lot of sitting around.”
“That’s how I feel whenever I go on vacation. Everyone else is still working, and I have to find ways to fill my time.” Wally responded. He understood the need to figure out things to do. Though, he couldn’t imagine her just sitting around. He figured she spent almost as much time dancing during the off months as she did during the months when she had scheduled rehearsal every day.
“You can take your dog for a walk.”
Fleur nodded knowing that eventually she was going to have to take Jake for a walk. “More like Jake takes me for a walk than I do actually walking him.” It was one of the hazards with such a big dog. “He likes it though and it’s good exercise for me.” Not that she needed much of it considering her profession.
Wally chuckled. It might not have been that funny, but somehow everything she said sounded funny. Beautiful, awesome and hilarious. All of those things. He was blushing. Why was he blushing? She had some strange power over him that he couldn’t shake, and he liked it. “I’m sure it’s good exercise for both of you.”
Fleur gave him a shy smile and batted her eyes a bit at his words noting his blush. She wasn’t quite sure what it was she had over men but it always seemed to be the same. “Well, it was nice to meet you Wally,” She said with another easy smile.
“Yeah,” Wally said, getting lost in those beautiful eyes batting, that shy smile. Did she have any idea how amazingly gorgeous she was? He would do anything that she asked him to do in that moment. Jump off a bridge? Worship her? Rob a bank? He was Superman, or wanted to prove to her he was. “It was really great to meet you, too.” He said, softly. He would never keep her if she had to go.
“You too,” Fleur said easily the words just rolling of her tongue with a practice ease. She really didn’t know just how much she could affect those around her, especially the men. There was some idea but it wasn’t really much. “Maybe we will see each other around here again. You are always welcome to take a walk with us.”
“I’d like that.” Wally blurted out before he could stop himself. He was a little sheepish about how she’d affected him, though he didn’t mind it. He thought she was incredible. He lifted his hand to give her a little wave, and then one to the dog, before tearing himself away to head back toward his house.