Dean’s shaking his head, backing up the steps before Legolas even seems to notice the hands Dean’s put up in defense.
“No thanks, dude, it’s nothing personal, but I favour the other team. Maybe if you tried around the corner you’d find someone with thicker pockets –“
Legolas’s eyes narrow in understanding.
“Dean, I have taken many roles in my life – and it has been a long life – but one of your prostitutes is not among them. I’m a guardian. I’ve seen your family and believe me when I say I don’t think you should be alone tonight.”
“So you are an angel?”
“An elf.”
Dean stares and he can’t help it, he glances at the tips of the guy’s ears, but the cap is large enough it pulls down low covering any evidence.
“… An elf? Here?”
In Wisconsin?
Legolas shrugs so slightly, Dean almost doesn’t catch it. Everything is so subtle with this guy.
“Why not? I traverse where I’m needed. Don’t you?”
Well, if Bobby’s reports were the day’s gospel, nothing was staying where it was supposed to these days.
“An elf?” Dean can’t help himself. A life-size elf? He doesn’t believe it yet.
Legolas sighs and pulls his cap off. Short, white-blond hair spills into his eyes, but it’s been cropped at the sides in what might have once been a buzz cut. An elf in the armed services?
But it’s the ears Dean’s interested in and the huh escapes before he can swallow it. Legolas’ ears curve to a soft, but distinct point and there’s no lines of plastic surgery Dean can see. Still, he’s no expert.
“Are you satisfied?” Legolas asks.
“You here to cause trouble for me or my brother?” Dean counters, flailing for the rail when he makes the mistake of gesturing importantly.
The elf’s eyes slide shut as he shakes his head sadly and starts climbing the steps.
“Let me buy you a drink, Dean. I’m going to tell you a story.”
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FILL: Hunter, Guardian, Elf - 2/2 (Dean, Legolas, G)
Date: 2010-11-26 03:44 pm (UTC)Dean’s shaking his head, backing up the steps before Legolas even seems to notice the hands Dean’s put up in defense.
“No thanks, dude, it’s nothing personal, but I favour the other team. Maybe if you tried around the corner you’d find someone with thicker pockets –“
Legolas’s eyes narrow in understanding.
“Dean, I have taken many roles in my life – and it has been a long life – but one of your prostitutes is not among them. I’m a guardian. I’ve seen your family and believe me when I say I don’t think you should be alone tonight.”
“So you are an angel?”
“An elf.”
Dean stares and he can’t help it, he glances at the tips of the guy’s ears, but the cap is large enough it pulls down low covering any evidence.
“… An elf? Here?”
In Wisconsin?
Legolas shrugs so slightly, Dean almost doesn’t catch it. Everything is so subtle with this guy.
“Why not? I traverse where I’m needed. Don’t you?”
Well, if Bobby’s reports were the day’s gospel, nothing was staying where it was supposed to these days.
“An elf?” Dean can’t help himself. A life-size elf? He doesn’t believe it yet.
Legolas sighs and pulls his cap off. Short, white-blond hair spills into his eyes, but it’s been cropped at the sides in what might have once been a buzz cut. An elf in the armed services?
But it’s the ears Dean’s interested in and the huh escapes before he can swallow it. Legolas’ ears curve to a soft, but distinct point and there’s no lines of plastic surgery Dean can see. Still, he’s no expert.
“Are you satisfied?” Legolas asks.
“You here to cause trouble for me or my brother?” Dean counters, flailing for the rail when he makes the mistake of gesturing importantly.
The elf’s eyes slide shut as he shakes his head sadly and starts climbing the steps.
“Let me buy you a drink, Dean. I’m going to tell you a story.”