Des'Tai: Book One

28: Faye

Knowing how uncomfortable it was for herself to be picking out doll clothes for herself, she couldn't even begin to imagine how Tyron felt. Here he was, a grown man, picking out doll clothes for a fairy instead of spending his money on himself or his girlfriend. Tyron grabbed a few outfits, holding them out in front of the two them, yet it appeared he was the only one examining them.

After Faye had picked out a few outfits, mostly backless per Tyron's request, she urged him to a section of the doll's clothes which showcased the swimsuits. She watched as Tyron's brow winkled a moment before it donned on him, "I think I can handle this."

Smirking, he grabbed a black two piece, dancing it around in front of himself, "I'm fairy Faye and I'm afraid to see Tyron naked, but now Tyron knows what kind of undies I wear."

Faye was mortified, slinking inside his shirt and nudging him with her elbows to stop.

"Are you alright?" the elderly woman asked, peering around the corner as the noise Tyron was making.

Faye giggled slightly, cupping her mouth with her hand so the woman wouldn't hear her.

"Yeah, just...erm..." she heard Tyron mumble.

After a few moments, Faye popped up again, smiling brightly, "Serves you right."

Faye noticed Tyron was blushing slightly and had tossed the swim suit down. Rolling his eyes, he pulled the beanie from his head, allowing his hair to tangle down into his eyes. Running his hands through his locks, he pulled back at his scalp, a low growl escaping his throat. Replacing his beanie, he settled his gaze down on Faye.

"You're kind of cute when you blush," Faye grinned, turning her attention back to the swimsuits, pointing towards some brightly colored two pieces. "Black means sex and I'm not having sex so I don't need those."

Gazing up towards Tyron, Faye smiled even brighter, "I'm done."

After she'd said it, she noticed the look on Tyron's face. He seemed lost in thought, kind of sad even. She'd felt smug before, having some sort of control and now she felt guilty. Tyron was being nice, buying her clothes and keeping her safe from a world where she'd be killed on site.

"Get down," he whispered, taking her outfits to the counter and paying for them. Noises were muffled inside his coat pocket, but she could tell he was speaking with the old woman about the outfits, her gushing over how many purples there were. "Yeah, I think it must be her favorite color," she overheard him say.

Resting her head on his chest, she grinned, he'd pinpointed her favorite color. Not that she hadn't made it easily seen, almost every article of clothing she'd picked out how some sort of purple in it.

After she'd heard the bells ding his exit, Faye popped back up, placing her face against his chest, her arms out wide, hugging him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking quite confused.

Pushing herself back, she laughed, "Hugging you. I want to thank you...for...saving me from drowning, buying me clothes..."

She was ripped away from a familiar voice calling out Tyron's name. It was Lita, again.

"Tyron? What were you doing in there?"