Roy Harper has both arms (redarrow_harper) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-09 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, buffy summers, roy harper (red arrow) |
Who: Roy Harper and Buffy Summers
What: Roy Makes Dinner for Buffy
When: Backdated: Early April
Where: Roy's House
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Roy could understand that Buffy had a hard time talking about things like the dreams, so he wasn’t going to push her to talk about them, but at the same time, he felt like if she did talk about them, it might help her. So, he had invited her over since Lian was staying with his parents for the weekend and he had made chicken parm. She had said she liked Italian and sushi and since Roy was much better at making most things pasta related, he had decided on the easier of the two and hoped that she would like it. He really liked Buffy after all.
It was when people pushed her that she ran away. It had only gotten worse after her mother had died years ago--two years now? Had it been two years? Buffy flinched at the thought. Dreaming about her being alive was both a blessing and a curse. It reminded her of how much she missed her, that it hadn’t been easy at all to carry on without her.
She’d been trying, however. Earlier that day she’d gone out to shoot things with Gale, but hadn’t made much headway. Mostly, she just worked out her incessant need to punch something in the face for taunting her with death. What would become of Dawn if she died? She’d go to crazy Aunt Arlene, or worse--with their father.
By the time she got to Roy, she’d calmed down, had a smile equipped and was looking forward to whatever it was he had prepared. She’d dressed comfortably enough, but still managed to look nice in her own way. A nice pair of jeans, a comfortable blouse, and a long cardigan for the cooler weather they’d been experiencing. Oddly, was the ensemble of choice. She’d gone home to change after the shooting range.
Knocking at the door to Roy’s place, she turned to observe the neighborhood while she waited for him to answer.
Hearing the knock at the door, Roy checked on dinner real quick before heading to the living room to answer the door, “Hey! Come in.” He said, smiling as he opened the door to see Buffy standing there, “You look good.” He couldn’t help but lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek, still smiling as he closed the door behind her, “Hope you’re hungry cause I made chicken parm.”
It was sweet, very sweet to Buffy how Roy took his time patiently with her. She wasn’t good at relationships, hadn’t been since--well, the man she didn’t want to talk about. Ever. It just hurt too much, and it was worse now that she was seeing him again in her dreams, too. Ridiculous. How was any of her dreaming fair?
So, she was smiling as she stepped into his house, but inwardly apprehensive of talking about her dreams. Talking didn’t ever seem to get her anywhere.
“Starving,” she said honestly. She’d worked up a bit of an appetite. “And.. thanks. You’re sweet. You’re a very dashing cook yourself!”
Roy hadn't been in an actual relationship since Lian's mother and that had been almost ten years ago now, so he was more than okay with going slow. Sure, they hadn't really talked about anything, but that would probably come eventually. For now, Roy was content with dates and dinner. "Good. It's just about done. Do you want some wine or beer or soda?" Roy didn't drink when Lian was home with the exception of every now and then when he's grab a beer after a particularly tough case.
This was her first attempt at one, however unspoken most aspects of it might be, since coming to the OC. She had been heartbroken and loss didn’t help. Buffy kept most of her issues to herself, but the dreams were making it increasingly harder to stay quiet. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep trying to hold it all in.
“A soda works, thanks,” she said with a smile. She wasn’t particularly good at drinking, even with her slayer strength, Buffy’s tolerance was very low. It was a little bit embarrassing, so she saved it for going out with her girlfriends to clubs. “Smells good!”
“One soda coming up.” Grabbing a glass from the table, which he’d set, Roy got a can out of the fridge and proceeded to pour the soda into the glass before placing it back on the table in front of Buffy’s spot, “Thanks. It’s one of the recipes that my mom taught me awhile back.” She’d also given him a cookbook when he’d first moved out with Lian a few years back. Taking both plates off the table he plated up a portion of the chicken parm for both of them then returned to the table.
Once she saw food coming her way, Buffy readied herself with a fork in hand and a knife in the other. Since dreaming of being a slayer, she found the very way she wielded anything felt more like a weapon in her hands than something as ordinary as a fork. It was unsettling, enough so that she promptly put them both down discreetly to tug the plate closer to her.
“I should be thanking you,” she insisted, getting a whiff of the aroma appreciatively. “I make no apologies if I stuff my face in the most unattractive way possible, just fyi.” Mothers were a sensitive topic for her, as she still fiercely missed hers. In spite of the fact, she managed to maintain an easygoing smile. “That’s really nice.”
Roy laughed as he sat down across from Buffy, “I promise not to judge. There have been plenty of times where I’ve stuffed my own face in very unattractive ways. So, go right ahead.” He started eating some of his own portion, “Lian made me promise to save her some though. So make sure that I don’t have seconds. And yeah, I guess she likes knowing that we’re not starving.”
“I’ll keep an eye on ya,” she laughed. “She’s sweet.” Buffy had been surprised that the fact that he had a daughter never put her off from dating him. Why should it? She wasn’t exactly looking to be someone’s step-mom, but she was used to trying (and in her eyes--failing) to fill a maternal vacancy of sorts. If anything, it was a good escape from her own life.
“Thanks though, really,” she said with a stronger tone. “For having me over and everything. I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with.”
“She’ll appreciate that.” Roy smiled and took a sip of his drink. Roy had always worried about bringing women into Lian’s life, because if it didn’t work out, he didn’t want Lian to get close to someone just for them to leave, but now that Lian was older he felt that it was time he did something for himself and the fact that Buffy got along with her just made things better, “Hey, it’s no problem, really. It was obvious that you were upset and I wanted to do something nice. I mean, I like it when you’re happy.”
Roy was precisely what she’d needed after swearing to herself she’d never date anyone after that someone who would remain nameless. It may have made him seem like rebound, but that wasn’t the way she saw it. Granted, she didn’t know how she saw things most of the time, she knew she liked being around him; Roy felt safe. Buffy needed that.
Maybe, eventually she’d even open up more to him. Only time would tell.
“Who, me? Upset? When? All good now,” she quipped appreciatively, even if it was a bit of a lie. She did feel better, and for the moment--that was all that mattered. This, a delicious dinner, and his comforting company to wile away the evening.