_prometheus_ (_prometheus_) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-07-18 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | caeneus/caenis, prometheus |
True to their word, when Prometheus woke to find not Caenis but Caeneus rambling around the suite impatiently, they'd made their plan for the day. Showers. Breakfast. Shopping.
The shop was a little thing, with a world of colors and fabrics and styles crammed inside. Caeneus had, of course, made a beeline for the dress he'd seen, insisting to the Titan that it was bright and happy enough to keep Caenis in a good mood. In truth, it had nearly blinded Prometheus and though he didn't laugh out loud, he did do a lot of grinning at the slightly-worried expression on the shop girl's face when it looked like Caeneus might refuse to be talked down.
But he was, in time, convinced they'd try something more subtle and less startling. They let the girl make suggestions of her own, based on Caenis' coloring and the gentle nature that Prometheus reported. She loaded them up with loose but shapely, flowing dresses and skirts, soft blouses and, of course, the underthings. All matching, all in colors that complimented the clothes.
So it was that when Caeneus went to take another shower, Prometheus laid things out on the bed and then stood there, studying them with some bemusement, hands on his hips as he waited for Caenis, he hoped, to join him again.