Note*~
Prerequisite stories: Unwritten Pages.
My OC, Eleanor Salazar/Painted Lady is in this. Since Eleanor is part Portuguese-Spanish, she will say some Spanish phrases. Translations will be in brackets throughout the story. Cocinero means chef in Spanish.
And if you want to read Unwritten Pages, beware. I was 15 when I wrote it. c': Though I am planning on a teenage version of Eleanor in 'Young Justice' so hang tight. ^^
The idea for a Victorian English AU scene has been in my mind for quite a while, so here it is. Some name changes had to be made to fit the time era and to make it seem more 'British'.
Hope you like!
Cocinero
"You again?"
He always loved to hear her mild Spanish accent. It was smooth, creamy. Like the cakes she baked.
Constable Westerly chuckled, leaning against the door of the kitchen. "Just smelled something good and was wondering what it was."
"Ponerse en marcha...!"she uttered. ("Sally out...!")
Her adorable eyes rolled as she placed a canister back in the cupboard.
"If you keep coming here, you ought to get me fired soon if Lord Wayne comes about..."
"Bruce is a chap of mine from the war," his smile was still on his face. "I'm sure he'll understand if I'm hungry."
She untied the back of her apron, pinning it back on the hook.
"Reckon why he's a major success and you're still a common constable..." she took out the broom, sweeping. "Cakes ain't for eatin' until the banquet. Don't lay a hand on one of 'em, Cornelia just went through the trouble of gettin' the eggs from the chickens."
Wally chuckled. "Fortune and big housing? Not for me, lass..."
Wally mused, his insides grew heavy. Gun powder and bullets echoed through his ear.
"When you're protecting someone, fighting for Queen and country, that's the last thing you'd want. It doesn't matter how many medals you get. If you know someone's going to be safer because of you... that's more than enough for a reward."
Looking up, he realized she was looking straight at him, the broom still and she hadn't finished sweeping. She continued on with her work, dust picking up. He walked further into the kitchen, presenting the daisy he found along the way while walking in the park.
"I thought of you when I picked this up..."
She smirked. "Do you say this to every girl you meet, mujeriego (womanizer)?"
He placed the daisy in her hair, fingers gingerly going through her ear.
Ever since he first laid eyes on her when she first served tea to him and Bruce, everything seemed different. Everyone else lacked colour and spirit, though when he looked into her eyes, this power, this grace... He never encountered a woman like that. He had to learn more about her. He didn't even know her name. He should have asked Bruce, though their meetings would be interrupted before he could ask anything more about her.
"I was wondering..." he began. "If you'd like to spend time with me by the Thames sometime this week."
Her eyes widen, lower lip quivering.
Before she could say a proper answer, a bunch of other servant girls burst through the kitchen door. Giggles carried with them, though all was silent once they saw Wally and her.
He turned to her, flushed red and dashing him out the door.
"... My uncle is very ill and I have to take care of him, though I will let you know when I get off work."
Before he left, he turned and asked, "I didn't quite catch your time, I go by Wally. What's yours?"
"Sinclair..." she breathed. He tried to capture the gleam in her eye. "Eleanor Sinclair."
Eleanor... Pretty name for a pretty lass. He picked well.
He smiled. "Audios...!" He could tell his accent was weak.
The smile was still on his face. He had her in his grasp and was his for the taking. He could hear her shouting from the kitchen.
"Oh, cállate, yo ni siquiera me cae bien ...!" ("Oh, shut it, I don't even like him...!")