Heir of the Forgotten

~Stunning~

When he had suggested they go shopping, Dorian had imagined he'd lead to find something for them to do. However, it seems Selene had other ideas about that. He probably should have figured she'd end up taking the lead. After all, it's easy to consider, since she knows where she's headed more than he does.

Selene drags him along the path, but she sticks close to him. Every so often, the girl's eyes glance back at him, and he can't help but feel something stir at the notion. Every time she notices the people staring at them, she pulls him closer. She's leaning on him for support in a way.

As the pair continue to walk, the streets grow denser. Even in the tighter space, eyes still focus on them, and voices drift from the original conversation to fixate on the pair. He draws attention, or perhaps it is she who draws attention; it's impossible to tell which fae is responsible.

Selene changes from a loose hold on his wrist to entangling her fingers in his as the crowd gets thicker. She's closer to him like this, and it provides a more secure connection. When Dorian feels her hand slot into his, he glances at their hands, a slight flush coating the tips of his ears.

Selene dips her head toward a store; a silent command. Dorian follows the order without a word, shifting his feet to follow her.

Entering the store, he immediately sighs. Gowns... it's a shop of gowns. He was half-expecting her to pull him into some sketchy artist's den. "You want to spend the limited time you have on dresses?"

Selene smiles as she bounces her gaze around the store. "Each of the dresses are uniquely crafted. Every jewel and gem is real. Some of them even have enchantments."

Dorian raises a brow. Enchanted? She must mean that the Fae imbued magic into a few dresses. "Well, what are you doing standing there? Find some dresses."

It was all the go-ahead Selene needed. She ran to the racks with glittering eyes. She sifted through the dresses, pulling a few out. Dorian paid attention to her eyes, which dresses she shook her head at and which ones she debated. Whatever dresses caught her eye, he took and placed into his arms. When his arms became full, Selene led him to the dressing room.

"I never got to try these before." She mumbles the words lightly, almost as if she were reluctant to admit this.

"Not even when you were younger?" Dorian shouldn't have been so quick to judge. She'd been a child in a world coated in blood. She had no choice. There were many activities a child should have tried that she'd been robbed of until she became an adult.

Selene nods as she hangs dresses on the hooks in the room. "Not even then." Alex had always said he would take her when he could afford a dress for her. He attempted to kill her, so the day never arrived. She reminds herself of what he did whenever memories lead her to reminisce about those days.

When she is ready, a fae dressed in simple clothes approaches. "Will you need help trying the gowns on, M'lady?"

Selene goes to correct how she's addressed, but Dorian shakes his head. She's a lady, at least for the moment. To him, she is as regal as any noble.

He must love her to some extent. His mind keeps paying attention to her every reaction. He can't look away from the smiles, the laughter, the sass, the way she holds herself, her beauty; he adores all of it.

It requires significant effort to try the dress on. For several moments, the only sounds are rustling fabric and whispers. Selene emerges in the first gown with a smile on her face, a blink after the sounds fade.

Dorian stares at the first gown. It's simple, and yet it's beautiful. The top has no shoulders, but the neckline is covered in tiny flowers to match the bottom. Its floor length and lightly emphasizes her curves.