Con Man and Princess [ IkariShipping/Paul x Dawn ]

aristocrats & intellectuals

The trio walked nonchalantly through the doors of the station, hearing the bustle of others and the whistles of officers. There were trains, larger than Dawn had imagined, on the tracks. The air was slightly smoky, and there was a hazy voice heard stating, "Lumiose via Frostford on track four. Lumiose via Frostford on track four."

As Reggie handed the other two their exit papers, he explained, "It's a special train. For aristocrats and intellectuals. Basically everyone that the New Sinnoh wants to be rid of. We'll be traveling as members, they're taking Lumiose by storm."

Gripping tightly to the information, Paul glanced around, "Are you sure we have the right papers?"

"Of course I'm sure," Reggie stated.

"Everyone else's are green!"

Dawn looked around and recognized that Paul was correct. They were the only people with white papers. Her heart dropped yet again.

Reggie gulped, "Well I made sure they were legitimate."

Erupting through the speaker, was again, "Lumiose via Frostford, track four! All aboard!"

Dawn looked up to Reggie, and he nodded faintly. "We should go."

Walking through those doors was the hardest thing the girl had ever done. Leaving her life and all she'd ever known was difficult to come to terms to. But when the train started moving, she had never felt more of a rush, an exhilaration. She was to begin a new life, in a safer place. Paul whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, "I want to show you something."

She nodded, and pulled herself from the seat. She followed him through the car, slightly nervous.

There was a small compartment in the back of the section of train they were in. Paul led her through the door, and justly slid it shut as soon as she arrived. The boy pulled something out of his satchel, and handed it to her. It was a maroon colored cloth of some sort.

Holding it up, the girl eyed it curiously. "What is it?"

"It's a dress... I thought it'd... well, you know."

"Oh! Um, right." Dawn held up the dress to herself and laughed at how oversized it was. Thank god for Paul, otherwise she'd be on edge the entire ride. "Are you sure it's a dress? It looks like a... tent."

Paul was slightly frustrated, but hesitant to show the girl. "Come on, just put it on." He walked back to his seat, mumbling something she could barely make out.

Gazing at the dress, Dawn twirled it around a few times, wondering what she could possibly do to fix it. She slid it on and it hung over her body, draping to the floor. Looking in the mirror, she messed with the fabric and a belt until it fit her, wrapping her slight curves, and falling above her ankles. She cuffed the sleeves towards her shoulders and fit a black belt around her waist. The maroon brought out the colors of her eyes and hair, which she pulled back with a small bow.

Before the girl left the compartment, reality set back in. Hands shaking, she slid the door open and her heart beat quicker than it ever had. Paul looked up to the noise, as did a few other passengers, and he grinned.

The girl sat down next to him, and he whispered, "The dress looks nice."

She laughed, connecting with his icy grey gaze. "You think so?"

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A man opened the window to let in the cold air and take a smoke. He was about to light the cigarette, when Dawn stood up to the man, and stated in a dominating tone, "How dare you smoke without my permission."