Solas & Felix (backdated to October 18)
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om_mainSolas lets Felix take him shopping, and somehow between the constant chattering and the strong-arming, doesn't seem to regret it.
Once he had realized that Solas kept appearing for class in the same set of shirts and trousers, Felix had quickly offered to help his new friend fill in his wardrobe. It was the fault of some airline or other, he understood, which was not something Felix realized could happen and seemed quite horrifying. If his own luggage had been lost on the way back from Europe, he would have lost two extremely precious designer shirts from Paris, and his life just might have been over.
So it was with deep sympathy that Felix braved the public transit system once again, wearing a smart newsboy cap over his red curls, and a pair of blue-tinted glasses that muddled the differing colors of his eyes. He stepped carefully off the bus in the main shopping area of the town, immediately palming his phone. "All right, darling, what do you think? Do you like vintage?"
Solas was in one of his staples, a black v-neck and green corduroys, and his wolf-jaw necklace. "It'll certainly be more fun than just buying replacements of what I had," Solas said. "Although, I don't know if I will be as adventurous as you." He smiled at Felix, who looked to Solas just slightly ridiculous in those glasses.
"Very few people are," Felix reassured him, taking the comment quite seriously. It wasn't quite cool enough to dress in as many layers as he typically liked, but Felix had opted for a trim schoolboy blazer over a favorite David Bowie t-shirt and a pair of jeans in shockingly traditional blue. He brought up his Map app and typed in the name of the used and vintage clothing store, which was less than two blocks away. Felix needed the GPS regardless. "You seem more of a Victorian vintage sort than a more recent era. How do you feel about ascots?" he inquired as he led the way down the block.
Solas laughed. "I... have never worn one, but there is a time for everything!" he said, following. "Perhaps today will be that day. I default to your expertise!"
Felix adored Solas' enthusiasm. His smile was so calming that his laugh was something of a surprise when it happened. Perhaps Felix just expected someone as eloquent as Solas to be very solemn all of the time. But he wasn't, and Felix practically beamed over that laugh. "I have to see you in at least one waistcoat. Everyone needs at least one outfit of fabulousness," he declared as he opened the door to the used clothing store and ushered Solas inside.
It wasn't a terribly large store, and had a faint musty odor lingering in the air, but the racks were neatly organized and the staff wasn't intrusive, so Felixfelt quite at home drifting down the racks of men's clothes.
Solas couldn't help but smile wider as he walked in. Seeing Felix so in his element after the intensity of their first meeting lifted his spirits and kept them up. Solas strolled idly down an isle of shirts of various colors. He was keeping an eye out for something that would go well with an ascot, if Felix could find one.
Felix could always find something to wear with accessories. "There are two ways to go about it," he observed, in a quiet voice to be respectful of other shoppers. His voice had a tendency to carry. "You can keep your shirt and jacket rather plain and choose bold accessories. Or you can choose bold colors in your clothes and use your accessories to tie them together. I mean, I suppose you can have a plain shirt and a plain ascot or tie or scarf, but I can't possibly see how that could be fun. What do you think?"
"Which do you think would be best? I think perhaps plain with bold accessories..." Solas said. "For more versatility. I can't wear an ascot everyday..."
"Oh, no, some days you might prefer a tie. I have a collection of scarves but they do get a little warm in the summer," Felix agreed. The one thing he apparently couldn't conscience was going about without accessories. He elicited a lovely olive-green vest from the rack and offered it over to Solas, and gestured to a rack of men's shirts nearby. "You'll want something to try on with that. We can always get shirts somewhere a bit more thrifty."
Solas accepted the vest, and scanned the rack for a shirt in his size. There was a black one, which he took hanger and all, looking about for a fitting room. "Will this work, you think? To try it on, at least." Solas had a feeling that he was going to look like quite the dapper gentleman after all this. He did rather like the color.
As far as Felix was concerned, black was not a proper color, but sometimes fellows needed a bit of easing in to the world of fashion. He smiled indulgently, but didn't let Solas go until he had a few more combinations of shirt and waistcoat to try out. "There's a little changing room back there by the hats and such," he indicated, once satisfied Solas had plenty of options. "Go and see what you like, and I'll find something fabulous to drape around you."
Solas, emboldened by Felix's presence, grabbed a fedora off the rack on his way into the changing room. After a few minutes, he emerged in a cobalt blue shirt and a patterned purple vest, and his fedora. "What do you think?"
Felix's eyes widened, and he looked very near to clapping his hands in delight, before remembering he was a grown person and didn't do things like that. Instead, he lit up a smile like the sun rising. "You look positively smashing, darling! So adventurous. I knew you'd be perfect in a jewel tone. The hat is a bit rakish." Especially with Solas' particular ear-shape. He could play the Devil in a film with that look.
Solas took the hat off and looked at himself in the mirror. His bare head did look rather distinctive couple with the vibrant clothing. Solas smiled at Felix; he couldn't help it after seeing Felix's expression. "Now I feel like I need somewhere to go."
"I'll take you to Evolution some evening," Felix promised without thinking about it. Not about his tentative relationship with the bar's dangerous owner, nor that he was proposing an outing with Solas that could be considered a date. "Or someone is bound to have a party soon enough. Halloween?"
Inspired, Felix's eyes went somewhat distant and dreamy. "Oh, you would be a stunning Gentleman Lucifer."
"Aaaah, yes, Halloween! That is coming up quickly, isn't it," Solas said. "Did you find an ascot for this outfit?" He was getting into this more readily than he thought he was going to.
Felix had to blink himself back to reality before he wandered off into a daydream. "Hm? Oh! Well. They do actually have a few. Proper cravat ties and some scarves that could be tied that way. Come see which ones you like," he invited, waving Solas over to a small display of men's accessories.
"I like the silver one with the tiny black dots..." Within moments he was chatting away about the properties of various neckwear, helpful and instructive and very clearly enthusiastic about this topic.
Solas looked at them all, considering. There was a very bold purple silk scarf that seemed, to him, to tie the two colors of the shirt and vest together. Solas allowed himself to get absorbed into what Felix was saying. Normally, Solas was so serious and pragmatic that he'd avoid these situations, not seeking out whimsy, but there was something about Felix's enthusiasm that kept him engaged. "I think I may go with this one."
"That's lovely," Felix agreed approvingly, and his smile was barely suppressing a tease when he added, "I was beginning to think you didn't like any colors but green and tan."
"Hahaha," Solas laughed and smiled widely. "I also like brown," he said as he tied the scarf around his neck and inspected himself in the mirror. "And next I'll need a pair of trousers. Black, I figure."
Felix couldn't help but giggle -- not the most manly sound a person had ever made, to be sure, but Solas was really quite funny. "I suppose I'll let you get away with black," he agreed, resolving privately to at least find something with an interesting cut or pattern to give Solas a further vintage vibe.
"So who else have you met at school?" he asked once they were browsing the racks again.
"Rahne, for one," Solas said. "Lonely, isolated, skittish. Seems like her life before coming here was fraught with many troubling things. Santo, quite the prankster. Illyana, polite, direct. Sirius... briefly. I am working on expanding my social circle. It has been slow going, due to my own sense of introversion, I assume."
As they looked, Felix paused now and then to offer Solas something or other, a shirt or sweater or jacket. "Rahne will be a lot less isolated when she can reliably have conversations without telling people they're sinners," he observed, patiently going past shirts in predictable colors. He had some other opinions about the other three Solas mentioned, which he kept to himself.
"I must introduce you to Paul Roberts. He has the same sort of vision we do, and more besides. Such a kind person, you'll like him. He has astral wings. They're beautiful!"
"I would love to see them, and meet him. Kind people who do kind things are a treasure," Solas said, smiling again. "Can he fly with them, as my roommate can with his own wings?"
Felix nodded. "I haven't seen it, but he says that he can. I don't know how that works. I've never made something astral become real. Though..." He paused in his perusal, growing thoughtful, keeping his voice low. "Cereza is another astral traveler, but she doesn't leave her body to do it, the way I do. I met her in Spain this summer when she was lost on the astral plane, and when I led her back to where I was sleeping, she somehow appeared."
"Spain... did you enjoy it there?" Solas said. "What were you doing there?"
"Vacation. Eames was spoiling me again, and took me along on a trip to Europe with him and some other people. He's constructing his own family of sorts, and my job is to be the little brother. That means accepting the things he decides to lavish on me," Felix explained with a grin so broad it wrinkled the bridge of his nose. He could chatter on for ages when it came to his favorite people. "Spain was lovely. Quite hot, though, hotter than here in the summer. I don't like it when it's too hot to wear layers."
"A constructed family... Your position within it seems not to be a bad one to be in at all," Solas said. "I understand what you mean. I prefer colder weather myself. And I dislike closed-toe shoes," Solas said. "A trip to Finland would be nice. Maybe he could take you there next."
Felix giggled, not really attempting to muffle it. "Finland? That would be nice and cool. But what in the world is there to do in Finland?" As if by magic, he came across a knitted sweater with a design of leaping reindeer across the front. He drew it out, held it up against his chest for Solas' approval, and dissolved into laughter again.
"Fetching. It will be perfect for Finland," Solas said, on the verge of laughter himself. "I don't imagine there is too much to do beside sight-seeing. And eating."
Chuckling, Felix stuffed the sweater back on the rack. "What do they eat in Finland, I wonder? What about Sweden? Every photo I've ever seen of a Swedish boy is simply gorgeous. I wouldn't mind a vacation like that."
"Lots of rye bread. They have this dish called a Karelian pasty, it's bread filled with rice topped with butter and egg." Solas smiled. "Or France... imagine the cakes."
"Paris is my favorite," Felix confided delightedly. "We had coffee and croissants at a sidewalk cafe, just like in the movies. Everything we ate was delicious." In fact, his stomach was feeling a bit rumbly just then.
"Shall we pick out a few things and go have lunch somewhere adorable?"
"Let's. I'll change out of this and then we can finish up and head out. I trust you know a place?"
"I..." began Felix, then paused. "Remember the name of a place? My phone can find it," he added with confidence.
"I don't know the area at all. What are you hungry for?" Solas asked. "I am not very picky."
"Sushi," said Felix with confidence. "Maybe some ramen as well. And a nice hot tea will be just the thing, don't you think?"
"I'll pass on the tea," Solas said. "Can't stand the stuff. But some savory noodles sound good."
Once he had realized that Solas kept appearing for class in the same set of shirts and trousers, Felix had quickly offered to help his new friend fill in his wardrobe. It was the fault of some airline or other, he understood, which was not something Felix realized could happen and seemed quite horrifying. If his own luggage had been lost on the way back from Europe, he would have lost two extremely precious designer shirts from Paris, and his life just might have been over.
So it was with deep sympathy that Felix braved the public transit system once again, wearing a smart newsboy cap over his red curls, and a pair of blue-tinted glasses that muddled the differing colors of his eyes. He stepped carefully off the bus in the main shopping area of the town, immediately palming his phone. "All right, darling, what do you think? Do you like vintage?"
Solas was in one of his staples, a black v-neck and green corduroys, and his wolf-jaw necklace. "It'll certainly be more fun than just buying replacements of what I had," Solas said. "Although, I don't know if I will be as adventurous as you." He smiled at Felix, who looked to Solas just slightly ridiculous in those glasses.
"Very few people are," Felix reassured him, taking the comment quite seriously. It wasn't quite cool enough to dress in as many layers as he typically liked, but Felix had opted for a trim schoolboy blazer over a favorite David Bowie t-shirt and a pair of jeans in shockingly traditional blue. He brought up his Map app and typed in the name of the used and vintage clothing store, which was less than two blocks away. Felix needed the GPS regardless. "You seem more of a Victorian vintage sort than a more recent era. How do you feel about ascots?" he inquired as he led the way down the block.
Solas laughed. "I... have never worn one, but there is a time for everything!" he said, following. "Perhaps today will be that day. I default to your expertise!"
Felix adored Solas' enthusiasm. His smile was so calming that his laugh was something of a surprise when it happened. Perhaps Felix just expected someone as eloquent as Solas to be very solemn all of the time. But he wasn't, and Felix practically beamed over that laugh. "I have to see you in at least one waistcoat. Everyone needs at least one outfit of fabulousness," he declared as he opened the door to the used clothing store and ushered Solas inside.
It wasn't a terribly large store, and had a faint musty odor lingering in the air, but the racks were neatly organized and the staff wasn't intrusive, so Felixfelt quite at home drifting down the racks of men's clothes.
Solas couldn't help but smile wider as he walked in. Seeing Felix so in his element after the intensity of their first meeting lifted his spirits and kept them up. Solas strolled idly down an isle of shirts of various colors. He was keeping an eye out for something that would go well with an ascot, if Felix could find one.
Felix could always find something to wear with accessories. "There are two ways to go about it," he observed, in a quiet voice to be respectful of other shoppers. His voice had a tendency to carry. "You can keep your shirt and jacket rather plain and choose bold accessories. Or you can choose bold colors in your clothes and use your accessories to tie them together. I mean, I suppose you can have a plain shirt and a plain ascot or tie or scarf, but I can't possibly see how that could be fun. What do you think?"
"Which do you think would be best? I think perhaps plain with bold accessories..." Solas said. "For more versatility. I can't wear an ascot everyday..."
"Oh, no, some days you might prefer a tie. I have a collection of scarves but they do get a little warm in the summer," Felix agreed. The one thing he apparently couldn't conscience was going about without accessories. He elicited a lovely olive-green vest from the rack and offered it over to Solas, and gestured to a rack of men's shirts nearby. "You'll want something to try on with that. We can always get shirts somewhere a bit more thrifty."
Solas accepted the vest, and scanned the rack for a shirt in his size. There was a black one, which he took hanger and all, looking about for a fitting room. "Will this work, you think? To try it on, at least." Solas had a feeling that he was going to look like quite the dapper gentleman after all this. He did rather like the color.
As far as Felix was concerned, black was not a proper color, but sometimes fellows needed a bit of easing in to the world of fashion. He smiled indulgently, but didn't let Solas go until he had a few more combinations of shirt and waistcoat to try out. "There's a little changing room back there by the hats and such," he indicated, once satisfied Solas had plenty of options. "Go and see what you like, and I'll find something fabulous to drape around you."
Solas, emboldened by Felix's presence, grabbed a fedora off the rack on his way into the changing room. After a few minutes, he emerged in a cobalt blue shirt and a patterned purple vest, and his fedora. "What do you think?"
Felix's eyes widened, and he looked very near to clapping his hands in delight, before remembering he was a grown person and didn't do things like that. Instead, he lit up a smile like the sun rising. "You look positively smashing, darling! So adventurous. I knew you'd be perfect in a jewel tone. The hat is a bit rakish." Especially with Solas' particular ear-shape. He could play the Devil in a film with that look.
Solas took the hat off and looked at himself in the mirror. His bare head did look rather distinctive couple with the vibrant clothing. Solas smiled at Felix; he couldn't help it after seeing Felix's expression. "Now I feel like I need somewhere to go."
"I'll take you to Evolution some evening," Felix promised without thinking about it. Not about his tentative relationship with the bar's dangerous owner, nor that he was proposing an outing with Solas that could be considered a date. "Or someone is bound to have a party soon enough. Halloween?"
Inspired, Felix's eyes went somewhat distant and dreamy. "Oh, you would be a stunning Gentleman Lucifer."
"Aaaah, yes, Halloween! That is coming up quickly, isn't it," Solas said. "Did you find an ascot for this outfit?" He was getting into this more readily than he thought he was going to.
Felix had to blink himself back to reality before he wandered off into a daydream. "Hm? Oh! Well. They do actually have a few. Proper cravat ties and some scarves that could be tied that way. Come see which ones you like," he invited, waving Solas over to a small display of men's accessories.
"I like the silver one with the tiny black dots..." Within moments he was chatting away about the properties of various neckwear, helpful and instructive and very clearly enthusiastic about this topic.
Solas looked at them all, considering. There was a very bold purple silk scarf that seemed, to him, to tie the two colors of the shirt and vest together. Solas allowed himself to get absorbed into what Felix was saying. Normally, Solas was so serious and pragmatic that he'd avoid these situations, not seeking out whimsy, but there was something about Felix's enthusiasm that kept him engaged. "I think I may go with this one."
"That's lovely," Felix agreed approvingly, and his smile was barely suppressing a tease when he added, "I was beginning to think you didn't like any colors but green and tan."
"Hahaha," Solas laughed and smiled widely. "I also like brown," he said as he tied the scarf around his neck and inspected himself in the mirror. "And next I'll need a pair of trousers. Black, I figure."
Felix couldn't help but giggle -- not the most manly sound a person had ever made, to be sure, but Solas was really quite funny. "I suppose I'll let you get away with black," he agreed, resolving privately to at least find something with an interesting cut or pattern to give Solas a further vintage vibe.
"So who else have you met at school?" he asked once they were browsing the racks again.
"Rahne, for one," Solas said. "Lonely, isolated, skittish. Seems like her life before coming here was fraught with many troubling things. Santo, quite the prankster. Illyana, polite, direct. Sirius... briefly. I am working on expanding my social circle. It has been slow going, due to my own sense of introversion, I assume."
As they looked, Felix paused now and then to offer Solas something or other, a shirt or sweater or jacket. "Rahne will be a lot less isolated when she can reliably have conversations without telling people they're sinners," he observed, patiently going past shirts in predictable colors. He had some other opinions about the other three Solas mentioned, which he kept to himself.
"I must introduce you to Paul Roberts. He has the same sort of vision we do, and more besides. Such a kind person, you'll like him. He has astral wings. They're beautiful!"
"I would love to see them, and meet him. Kind people who do kind things are a treasure," Solas said, smiling again. "Can he fly with them, as my roommate can with his own wings?"
Felix nodded. "I haven't seen it, but he says that he can. I don't know how that works. I've never made something astral become real. Though..." He paused in his perusal, growing thoughtful, keeping his voice low. "Cereza is another astral traveler, but she doesn't leave her body to do it, the way I do. I met her in Spain this summer when she was lost on the astral plane, and when I led her back to where I was sleeping, she somehow appeared."
"Spain... did you enjoy it there?" Solas said. "What were you doing there?"
"Vacation. Eames was spoiling me again, and took me along on a trip to Europe with him and some other people. He's constructing his own family of sorts, and my job is to be the little brother. That means accepting the things he decides to lavish on me," Felix explained with a grin so broad it wrinkled the bridge of his nose. He could chatter on for ages when it came to his favorite people. "Spain was lovely. Quite hot, though, hotter than here in the summer. I don't like it when it's too hot to wear layers."
"A constructed family... Your position within it seems not to be a bad one to be in at all," Solas said. "I understand what you mean. I prefer colder weather myself. And I dislike closed-toe shoes," Solas said. "A trip to Finland would be nice. Maybe he could take you there next."
Felix giggled, not really attempting to muffle it. "Finland? That would be nice and cool. But what in the world is there to do in Finland?" As if by magic, he came across a knitted sweater with a design of leaping reindeer across the front. He drew it out, held it up against his chest for Solas' approval, and dissolved into laughter again.
"Fetching. It will be perfect for Finland," Solas said, on the verge of laughter himself. "I don't imagine there is too much to do beside sight-seeing. And eating."
Chuckling, Felix stuffed the sweater back on the rack. "What do they eat in Finland, I wonder? What about Sweden? Every photo I've ever seen of a Swedish boy is simply gorgeous. I wouldn't mind a vacation like that."
"Lots of rye bread. They have this dish called a Karelian pasty, it's bread filled with rice topped with butter and egg." Solas smiled. "Or France... imagine the cakes."
"Paris is my favorite," Felix confided delightedly. "We had coffee and croissants at a sidewalk cafe, just like in the movies. Everything we ate was delicious." In fact, his stomach was feeling a bit rumbly just then.
"Shall we pick out a few things and go have lunch somewhere adorable?"
"Let's. I'll change out of this and then we can finish up and head out. I trust you know a place?"
"I..." began Felix, then paused. "Remember the name of a place? My phone can find it," he added with confidence.
"I don't know the area at all. What are you hungry for?" Solas asked. "I am not very picky."
"Sushi," said Felix with confidence. "Maybe some ramen as well. And a nice hot tea will be just the thing, don't you think?"
"I'll pass on the tea," Solas said. "Can't stand the stuff. But some savory noodles sound good."
