melt your silver down / kiss your lover's face / the sirens start to sound

[herotypical]

Who: [Bad username or site: lists_to_port title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: slaying title= @ livejournal.com]
What: a battle dome date
When: july 9th
Where: the battle dome
Summary: one part training exercise, two parts tourism
Rating: r -- for violence. and then who knows what. better to be safe than sorry idek?

Buffy Summers asked Jack Sparrow to meet her at the battle dome. It was a plan that had been discussed before the pirate had disappeared and now that he was back? Well -- she cared very little for dawdling. They had dawdled before but now was the time for seizing. She had yet to overcome the horror of waking up alone for yet another morning when she had expected to be the furthest thing from it.

People change. And Buffy mused quietly upon the changes to be found in Jack as she waited just outside the dome's entrance. She had a bag-o-weapons at her feet and a plastic bottle filled with some sort of over-sugared juice in her hand.

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[all7seas]

"But you could be wearing a lovely wenchly gown...but it could be CLEAN, eh? And not all spilled over with ale. And it could lace up in the back, like."

[herotypical]

"...Do you realize how tough those things are to fight in? I so do not envy the Slayers of the past."

[all7seas]

"Well I could do the fighting, couldn't I? And you could relax and enjoy yourself for once."

This? An unprecedented offer, Buffy.

[herotypical]

"...Hmm." Her knee-jerk refusal melted into fair consideration. It wasn't as though it would be a real fight. Fake enemies, no real injuries. It had been part of why she had tossed that vamp his way in the first place.

Buffy watched him carefully. "I'm not sure sitting back and watching you fight counts as relaxing but -- but it's just about the only thing that comes close, in that building."

[all7seas]

"You could dress like a lady pirate, if you like, instead of a little wench. Not like a man-pirate; there's lady pirates who dress very nice indeed."

Angelica, for one; she knew how to dress like a pirate and still look feminine. The large, feathered hat helped to that end, likely.

[herotypical]

"...Okay, preferable. What do lady pirates wear?"

She was walking rather slowly; soaking in the upward turn of the evening.

[all7seas]

"A linen shirt, of course, but not one that covers your lovely shoulders. And a leather cincher, but not too tight, eh? Just to tame your bosoms a bit. OH! And tall boots. Lovely tall boots..."

[herotypical]

...A sharp laugh at the thought of having bosoms in need of any taming at all. Though it didn't sound so bad -- she already had a wardrobe with plenty of off-the-shoulder tops. And tall boots.

Therefore: "I think that'd work. Fine. Lady-pirate it is."

[all7seas]

"Lovely." Already planning a future date during a present date was also unprecedented for the pirate. He usually did not like to look that far forward in matters that concerned women. "And a hat. You'll need a hat."

[herotypical]

"Yours'll do."

[all7seas]

"Seems to me you'll have to earn it, Annie."

[herotypical]

"Are you telling me I haven't already? Gee, how cold."

[all7seas]

Jack smiled at her and gestured toward the marauding bridge, and the not-too-distant House Seven. "And what am I meant to wear, if you've got MY hat?"

[herotypical]

"You can be hatless."

She would leave him his hat, in the end. But it was nice to tease as they headed toward the bridge.

[all7seas]

"But don't you think I'm much more handsome-ish with a hat?" He walked backward over the bridge ahead of her, gesturing grandly. "Besides, you could wear a LADY pirate hat. With a feather and all."

[herotypical]

"You're handsomeish either way, Jack."

Though a feather sounded intriguing.

[all7seas]

"A big huge large feather, what sweeps about as you move," he added. "Prettiest lady pirate to ever sail, really. Or not sail. You haven't sailed, yet. Soon."

[herotypical]

"Is the sweeping at all functional or are we talking a purely cosmetic sweep, here?"

[all7seas]

"Cosmetic and romantical and distracting and flirtatious. So? Highly useful!" Jack stopped just at the end of the path leading up to House 7. He still felt not-quite-right using the front door.

[herotypical]

And she kept on walking until she realized that she was walking alone -- at which point, she turned back. A perfect picture of herself, really. Deadly weapon in one hand, a perfectly imperfect handful of flowers in the other.

"...You find the hat, I'll wear it. One night only."

[all7seas]

"One night only," the pirate repeated solemnly. He didn't move from where he was standing. Her window would be unlocked and that was his preferred entrance. "We have an accord."

[herotypical]

"...I'll see you in a few seconds?" Hopeful, despite the hardness of the evening.

[all7seas]

"Give a man a tiny bit more time to climb in your window and remove his boots, eh? I'm quick but I'm not THAT quick, Annie."

[herotypical]

"...Think you can get in and debooted before I pour myself a tall glass of chocolate milk?"

[all7seas]

"I suppose there's only one way to find out." He backed away, not taking his eyes from her until the shadows of the trees swallowed him. Then Jack made his way around the house to her window. He took his time; the fireflies were out, the gardens smelled nice, and a soft breeze was blowing. It set him longing for the sea, and for the Pearl, and for her all at once.