ᴡᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ᴡᴇ (plunder) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-08-11 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elsa of arendelle, killian jones (captain hook) |
Who: Killian & Elsa
What: Having a cuppa (with crumpets, probably) after some bad dreams
When: Last weekend
Where: A tea room in the OC
Rating/Warnings: Clean as a whistle~
Status: Complete
Killian usually preferred whiskey with his tea, but he knew of many places in Orange County to have a cuppa - and maybe, just maybe, be transported back to the elegance and refinery of a real English tearoom, if you were from that area. There were some gems in Belfast that he did miss - like the Victorian house that served afternoon tea, everything all genteel with homemade breads and pastries. This one now was in a wee cottage which must have been centuries old - the lace curtains were a nice touch, the china cups, and the musical instruments on the walls. Best part was that the place served an excellent English trifle, and Killian did enjoy it as a treat even when it wasn’t necessarily the holiday season. “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?” he asked, just to be sure. Some of the quiches and finger sandwiches had meat on them - but if so, they could go with cucumber and watercress all the way. Plus sweets. Always those. One of the best things about London had been the tea. It was a calming, relaxing ritual for Elsa, one that had gotten her through the initial shock of the move, and then later on through the loss of her parents. So she could appreciate a good cup of tea. This place seemed a little old fashioned, but she didn’t mind. Even if she was meeting a virtual stranger, Killian had helped her out, and she owed him the benefit of the doubt. “No, I’m not. I think that would mean giving up chocolate and other sweets, which is a bridge too far.” “Ye gods, no, that would be a tragedy,” he chuckled, and so decision made - when the waitress came by, Killian ordered one of those delightful masterpieces, a silver three-tiered spread of afternoon tea treats. All sorts of things, really - sandwiches, scones, little cakes, and trifle for him because he was going to bloody well shove it into his mouth (though naturally he’d share). Oh, and tea, of course. Whatever was in season would do for him. Summer spice since you could still get it in August, with cinnamon and berries. Now that they’d ordered, he was free to discuss Elsa’s dreams with her - or not discuss them, whichever she wanted, but he did remember a version of her and he knew her story well. “How’ve you been, then?” he wanted to know. “Any other odd dreams in the interim?” “Tragedy isn’t a strong enough word for it,” Elsa countered. She rested her hands on the table, fingers fidgeting since they didn’t have a cup to wrap around just yet. Elsa glanced out the window. “My dad gave me gloves, hoping they would help me control my powers. But the more I feel things, the worse they get.” Killian lifted an eyebrow - his usual, the same eyebrow that popped up when he was thinking of something particularly villainous (or about to make an innuendo). But it was neither in this case. Mostly just disappointment that Elsa’s own parents would encourage her to grow up emotionally stunted. “He was likely trying to help, but in turn made things worse,” the Captain shook his head. “If you’d gained mastery of your abilities, which are nothing to be ashamed of...” Well. There was no point in speculating about the ‘what ifs.’ What’s done was done. “At least here, once your magic begins to awaken, you’ve got people around who understand what it’s like.” He could recommend some people - there were loads of magic users in these parts. Looking in from the outside, it did seem like Elsa’s parents weren’t exactly handling her powers very well and it was difficult to disengage herself from how that made her feel. She had enough issues from her waking life that she didn’t need dream issues on top of them. She’d like to unsubscribe from that magazine, please. “Other people with magic… I just worry I’ll hurt someone. Especially my sister. She was the catalyst in my dreams. And honestly kind of a catalyst here, too. But we’re reconnecting. And that’s good.” “No one gets it exactly right the first try, keep in mind - I imagine there will be an adjustment period,” Killian pointed out. Snowbanks everywhere, icicles, chilly winter winds! Better than demons falling from the sky again, or blood rain. “That doesn’t mean you need to hide away from people. It snows here in December too, usually. We can just attribute it to you this year,” he winked. Though he had no idea how Elsa’s ‘reawakening’ would go. Hopefully better than it had in her other life. It was nice to hear that she was reconnecting with her sister as well - he remembered them being particularly close when Elsa had ended up in Storybrooke without an immediate way back to Arendelle. “Your sister loves you no matter what, I’m sure. I’ve only known mine for about two years but we’re quite close too.” “Then I should probably be mostly alone when I adjust.” She couldn’t help but remember Anna getting hurt. And she’d hurt her in this life too. It seemed like some things were supposed to happen, and Elsa could feel that need to withdraw grow stronger. “Or would that make it worse?” She looked up at him, tilting her head. “You didn’t know you had a sister?” He wasn’t certain, but Killian would simply answer that first question as honestly as he could. “I would imagine being alone would make it worse?” he suggested, fingers of his good hand scratching along the prickly black scruff that crawled up his jawline. “Because not to spoil anything, but I’m sure you’re aware - it didn’t work so well the first time. The support, this time around, would do you some good. And if it helps?” There was no way of knowing if Elsa would also dream of his world, but he’d offer tidbits here and there if it would soothe her worries a bit. “You do gain mastery of your abilities. You helped out the woman I was in love with, in the dreams, quite a bit.” Accepting herself, accepting the magic within her, all that rubbish - but Emma’s magic had been on the fritz until she got a pep talk from Elsa (who also struggled with the same things, he gathered). “And no, I didn’t know I had a sister,” he continued. Their teas were delivered then, and Killian set to pouring cups for them both - cream and sugar, honey and lemon, added as necessary. “Not until about two years ago, when she tracked me down. It was apparently a quick tryst between my father and her mum, and her parentage came out during one of her mum’s drunken binges. Kenzi’s mum tried to get money from my father but he was already dead by that point.” Not that it would have mattered anyway - Brennan was broke pretty much every day of his pathetic life. Maybe this time she wouldn’t let herself shut Anna out. She had kind of promised her she’d stick around, and seeing her again had been wonderful. There was so much to make up for and she didn’t know where to begin. “That’s reassuring. If I’m able to offer someone advice, it means I’m in a better place than I’m currently dreaming.” She wrapped her hands around her cup, and seemed to relax more. “That’s kind of awful, I’m sorry. But do you two get along?” “Aye, we do get along. She lives with me and my fiancee and our daughter part of the time,” Killian said, adding some cream to his tea - sugar might kill the flavour, so he didn’t dump any into his cuppa. Though at this place, they brought out both white and brown sugar - cubes of them, and the brown tended to give the tea something of a caramelised effect. “Though the other part of the time she stays with her boyfriend.” Kenzi sort of divided her time equally, popped up here and there at the house - yet she was always ready to play nanny when needed, so that was nice. She absolutely adored Meara. “We’ve got a few pets as well,” he chuckled. “My fiancee’s cat, the dog I recently adopted, and a...cobra snake.” Yes. Queenie. She was a trip, though she didn’t hiss too much around Killian. The Evil Queen had always enjoyed his talents at rocking her carriage, literally. Moving back and forth would bother Elsa after awhile, but she wasn't one to judge. "I've never had a pet." Not a dog or a cat or certainly a venomous snake. "Is it safe to have a snake like that around a baby?" Or a dog for that matter. Queenie was a long story - her origin story, that is. Killian would do his best to explain. "Well, for starters, the cobra's caged in my fiancee's magical lair separate from the house," he began. "Meara's never over there." Given what Regina had in her crypt - a tremendous amount of magical artifacts, some that were hers and some that were Killian's crossed over from their dreamworld, along with actual beating hearts? No, not very baby-friendly. "She's sort of a unique snake anyway - basically, in the dreams, my fiancee took a potion to separate the good and evil parts of herself. Then the evil part was turned into a cobra by another magic user. The cobra subsequently showed up here and I realise that's a lot to wrap your head around." But if it made Elsa feel better, she wouldn't have to deal with things like that - her time in Storybrooke had been blissfully limited (if she even dreamed of that at all). "Have you ever wanted a pet?" If Elsa hadn’t dreamed what she’d dreamed, or hadn’t accidentally chilled her breakfast that morning, she would have had trouble believing the idea of a magical lair. But there were so many things she’d started to notice that were strange and unusual that she couldn’t dismiss it out of hand. “That’s...good? If she… wait.” Elsa slowly brought her drink to her lips, taking a moment to process. “I don’t think I’d want any of my own evil in pet form.” The pirate chuckled a little, right as their silver-tiered goodies arrived. They looked good too, so many delightful things artfully arranged on the trays. Killian would start with a sandwich and a scone, though he could easily devour everything - but he let Elsa choose before him. Ladies first. “Oh, no, perhaps not the physical manifestation of the evil in you,” he quipped. “Cobras aren’t for everyone. But just a dog or a cat or a fish or something? A ferret?” Something furry to keep her company in that big house of hers. Animals were good for the soul. Regina complained about the fur and slobber (Tigra the cat usually stayed outside, guarding the crypt) but she’d bonded with Prince too. She loved that derpy dog. She really liked this place, it was fancy. Maybe a little old fashioned in some ways, but she could see herself coming here to think or sketch designs. It felt very relaxing and warm. Welcoming, even. And as soon as she tried a scone (because of course she went for that first), she knew she was in love. “A ferret, really? Basically my sister in animal form!” It was said with a great deal of love, but it was also very true. “Uh oh,” Killian laughed, a flicker of amusement in glacial blue eyes. “I’ve not met your sister, I don’t think. At least not here. In my dreamworld, she was quite the accomplished swordswoman.” She fucking taught Charming (of all people!) how to swordfight - it was rather impressive, and he wondered if she’d ever picked up a sword here in this world. Taking his booty (a scone and a sandwich), he was glad to see that Elsa was smiling a little bit more. That she was relaxed and not too caught up in her dreams. If he could just provide a nice afternoon out away from all that, then why not. “If you want, I’ll introduce you to Prince - the dog - sometime,” he offered. “I also hope you’ll come to my wedding next month. Feel free to bring a plus one as well.” Elsa couldn’t imagine Anna swordfighting, but then they hadn’t really seen each other in a long time. Who knew what kind of interests she’d developed. Swordfighting sounded dangerous, but fun. “I’d like that. The dog I mean. And if that’s a formal invitation, I accept. I don’t really have a plus one. Except my sister. I’ve only barely started making friends, and dating is a… terrifying concept.” There we go, decision made. He’d even introduce her to Prince today - no doubt the derpy dog would love making a new friend. “I understand - about dating being a terrifying concept,” he nodded; it would likely happen when Elsa was ready, since he couldn’t imagine her not finding someone or multiple someones to go out with. “Feel free to bring your sister if you want, or come on your own - there will be some people to mingle with, at least. Everything’s happening on the Jolly Roger, my ship. Though no sailing will occur, it’s all stationary. Just don’t shrink her to the size of a ship in a bottle,” he winked. She’d done that once. Granted, that was because of Blackbeard, the fucker, and how he’d hurt Anna and Kristoff - but Killian’s poor ship. Ah, well, she was soon after restored to her former glory. “...Shrink?” Elsa liked to plan her life out. Dating wasn’t part of that plan. But her life also tended to have curveballs. “I can try mingling.” She wasn’t sure she was good at it. “But I hope my sister wants to go.” They needed more bonding time, and it might even be a little fun. “Sounds grand to me, love.” Killian was just glad that Elsa wanted to come to the wedding - it was sure to be a fun event to remember, and he wished for as many friends as possible there to celebrate with him and Regina. He also wouldn’t go into detail about that shrinking thing. Not yet. Surely she had enough to be concerned with when it came to her own dreamworld, and why meddle in Storybrooke if you really didn’t have to? Tea, and scones, were much more preferable. Always. |