Legolas likes to state the obvious. (sonofthranduil) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-10 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, legolas, pansy malfoy |
Who: Legolas and Pansy
When: Early January
Where: Street
What: Collision
Rating/Warning: Low/None (Pansy swears. Be warned.)
Status: Complete
Pansy Malfoy was in a bit of a mood. She knew that the time had come to go and meet her birth mother, but she really didn’t want to. Still, it had to be done. So she was trying to work up the courage. And if not the courage to go on her own, at least the courage to tell Draco to take her. Or Zuko. Or both.
She was on her way out of one of her favorite coffee shops at the moment, having just picked up her order of a mocha with extra chocolate. The whole plan about what to say and how to react to her birth mother had her completely distracted. She turned to head down the sidewalk back toward her car, and in her haze of distraction, ran straight into something solid. Apparently, a person. It would have been an ordinary collision, except that the top hadn’t been put on her coffee correctly. There was an eruption of hot milk, coffee and chocolate between the two forms, getting all over Pansy’s clothes, the sidewalk, and her face. She gave a yelp, a loud “Fuck!” and dropped the cup, taking a couple of steps back. It was hot, but thankfully it cooled quickly in the winter air.
Orange County was certainly a curious place. Legolas was starting to quickly pick up on that. There were all sorts of people, and all sorts of weird talk on the network, and he decided it would be best to just force himself to go look around. After all, he couldn’t feasibly stay at home any longer without getting bored, and he was a naturally curious person.
This walk had taken him down a street with some interesting locally owned shops, and he was looking at something in one of the windows when he got quite forcibly bumped into. He’d turned to catch the person, in case they stumbled back or something and tripped, and was instead met with a spray of chocolate. Legolas blinked down at himself and at the poor girl, and, though mildly annoyed that his clothes would be stained, he pulled the pocket square from his jacket (because that’s how Legolas was, suit jackets and pocket squares with expensive jeans and nice shoes). He figured she could use it more than him, so he handed it over.
“Here - It might not help with the clothes, but at least you can get your hands and your face.” It was a nice pocket square that he’d be sad to part with, but, in this case, niceness won out. Legolas smiled a touch, hoping to let her know he wasn’t upset at the incident.
Pansy wasn't really worried about her own clothes. She was wearing an old, faded t-shirt, with a thermal undershirt underneath. Both worn, faded, and washed to the point of soft, t-shirty perfection. Her jeans were worn, too, and ripped in strategic places. Everything was black, because that's how Pansy rolled. And she had black Doc Martins on... the old kind, from before they got really popular, then faded nearly out of existence again. One of the laces was replaced with a day glow yellow one. She had make-up on, though it was probably last night's eyeliner. And her hair was always a bit sloppy.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," Pansy said. She was torn between wanting to be kind and being irritated that this whole thing happened in the first place. Why couldn't he watch where he was going? Why didn't she look before she bounded out into the sidewalk? The irritation was probably doubled by the hot milk all over her arm, shoulder, neck and face. "I couldn't. Really. I'm okay." She simply used her sleeve--the part that wasn't soaked through--to dab at her face. "Are you okay?"
At least he’d offered, right? Instead he wiped at his own face, then carefully folded the fabric and tucked it away into his back pocket. After buttoning up his jacket, you couldn’t really see the stain, and whatever was on his jeans and shoes would just be mistaken for the common wear such items got.
“I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes just slightly at her, as if trying to judge if she really was fine, but decided she maybe wasn’t the sort to push the matter with. Instead, Legolas glanced up and saw the little sign hanging above the coffee shop. “Did you just come from there?”
He did offer. That was the gentlemanly thing to do. Pansy was impressed. It was probably part of the reason she hadn't exploded yet--he was kind and seemed to be understanding. Damn. Now she was the bitch of the situation. Crap. Her cheek and neck, the ones that got the brunt of the splash, were going slightly pink and stung a bit from the nearly scalding liquid, but she insisted that she was okay.
"Yeah. Yes. I shoulda been watching where I was going. Sorry." She added, then bent down to pick up the discarded cup, now bent and empty. She tossed it into a nearby garbage can. "I can pay for your... um... dry cleaning."
“That seems a bit unnecessary.” After all, accidents happened. It was nothing he couldn’t replace, in the end. Legolas nodded at the coffee shop. “Let me buy you a new one. And maybe we can get a cold cloth or something. It looks like maybe you got a bit burnt.” Ever observant, he was. Also, he felt bad that he’d been lost in his own world and hadn’t thought to move out of oncoming sidewalk traffic.
Pansy opened her mouth to insist, or to argue... but then it fell closed again. Wow. He was... charming. Gentlemanly. She found that she really couldn't argue with that. And he might be right--her cheek was smarting a bit. "Okay." She said after a moment. Any trace of anger or embarrassment she may have felt a moment ago was deflating as she let him lead the way back into the coffee shop. This was totally not how she expected this day to go.
The coffee shop was quite nice, he thought. It seemed to be an Orange County trend. He glanced back to make sure that she was following him, and then Legolas got to the counter and asked perhaps if they had something to help with a minor burn. Also, he ordered her a replacement drink and one for himself.
“Here, hopefully this helps a bit.” They’d given Legolas a little packet of some burn gel to ease the stinging and a cloth with some cold water to hold over it. “Your drink should be ready soon.”
"Jesus, you're just like... a knight in shining armor." Pansy said, accepting the packet of gel and the cloth. "...like, I have no idea how to react to you." She added, quite honestly, if a little bluntly. She tore the packet open to start poking her finger at the gel, and dabbing it onto the parts of her skin that felt the most raw. The relief was instantaneous, though she wondered if she should be doing this in the bathroom in front of a mirror or something. “Thank you?” She said, and gave him a smile.
“Sorry,” he said, worried maybe he’d been too nice? Was that even possible? But he shrugged it off. “It seemed the appropriate thing to do, it’s really nothing.”
“Well…” Damn. He made her feel like such a shit bag. Pansy likely would have started yelling, possibly picked a fight. If some random person dumped coffee all over her, she wouldn’t have offered to buy him or her another cup. “You’re a good guy.” She said, with a defeated shrug of her shoulders. “That’s all I can say about that, I guess.”
Pansy lifted the cloth and pressed it against her neck with her left hand, then held out her right. “I’m Pansy. Pansy Malfoy.”
“Just overly polite, maybe,” he replied. “It’s nice to meet you.” Legolas shook her hand, then went to get their drinks when they were ready. “Here. I hope you have better luck with this one.”
Pansy accepted her drink from him, and set the leftover gel and cloth on the counter. “Thanks. Well, it was nice spilling on you.” She said, gave him a smile, and turned to head out of the cafe. The whole experience threw her for a loop, and absolutely took her mind off of her troubles for a bit.