To Fly Through Time

Where's Your Face?

"Why can't I just wear my own clothes?" Hyraeth purred, holding up a hanger with a green shirt on it.

"Because, your witch clothes draws attention to us" Lucian whined, grabbing several shirts he fancied and dragged the ginger to the change rooms. Pushing her into a stall and waiting until she tried on all the clothes and changed out of the viking ones.

"Alright, so got a hold of Mirmaly, she said she'll bring the others to meet up with us" Em spoke, giving the phone back to Dion at Lucian's approving nod. The brunette then found herself an empty stall to try on her picks. She had ended up settling on a few different pairs of ripped up black jeans, which complemented her new converse shoes. However, her shirts varied in shades and patterns, but she'd cover them with a heavy, light grey and black jean jacket. Getting out and trading spots with Lucian, and instantly getting into a bickering match with the ginger on the other side of the door. Lucian's picks were not so different from Em's, ripped up black skinny jeans, and dark shirts. His picks for shirts always gravitated him towards black and green, not caring what type of style the shirt was in general or if it matched. Throwing on an unbuttoned grey checkered dress shirt over top and scrunching up the sleeves.

Lucian looked into the mirror, examining his attire, even finger brushing his hair to style it like he used to. Eventually, he just stared blankly at himself, being brought back to his younger years in relatively similar clothes. Remembering how different the tastes of genre he and his siblings had, making his parents constantly roll their eyes every time they were in the same room. His older brother always seemed more formal than the whole family, his dark hair always slicked into a back comb, and he'd rarely wear casual clothes. While his older sister was on the opposite side of the spectrum, extremely outlandish and unorganized. Bright colours that rarely matched, trinkets she had turned into jewelry, and exotic styles of clothes. Her long strawberry blonde hair was a different complicated braid almost every day. Lucian had somewhat mixed his siblings style together, being semi neat with his clothing, but also liked to mix and match them. However, still took on the more punk-ish route. He started smiling at a memory of walking into the living room wearing a fancy sleek dress coat with a wildly patterned blue and green skin tight shirt underneath and ripped up skinny jeans with chain attachments. His hair styled similar to his brother's, but had jewelry like his sister's. His brother's expression was immediately mortified, telling him that it's far too wild and needs to be changed, whereas his sister argued that it wasn't wild enough and to add more. The two bickering for the rest of the day on the matter provided the blond with endless entertainment.

Lucian let out a long sigh, now thinking of ways to possibly get in contact with them. Perhaps they could help them in their conundrum, or at the very least give them a few options to choose from.

"Alright... Just.. find your parents, and we'll figure it out from there. Not that hard" He quietly told himself.

"Cause finding two people in a giant city of thousands is an easy task" His reflection argued, earning a glare from the blond. Instead of arguing with the lookalike, Lu' started cleaning up his clothes. Almost sure he saw his reflection simply standing there and not mirroring his movements, but upon looking again it was normal. Shaking his head of it, he walked out, the growing argument between the brunette and ginger had started turning heads their way.

"Em, let it go" Lucian whined again, pulling his head back and painting on a pout. Only to smile at the usual eye roll gifted to him. Hyraeth exited the room in a slim fitting green tank top, and dark skin tight leather pants.

"How are you supposed to fight in these?" Hyraeth breathed, holding up some other clothes that were shoved upon her.

"You're not technically supposed to fight" Lucian purred, leading the girls towards Dion who was patiently waiting at the cashier. Lucian also grabbed a rather large looking backpack from nearby and dropped it on the counter.