Autumn: Thierry and Paxton
Paxton had been a little starry-eyed all evening. He was used to glitz and glitter of Las Vegas, where everything was splendid, rich and big, bigger, huge. Here, this dance? It was a lot less ambitious, but the details... The sheer magic that was hidden within them, was amazing.
Paxton had played with the origami birds, awed by them. He had touched the flowers, which seemed to thrive on the attention. He'd even nicked one of those little plastic pink flamingoes. And now, with autumn, he watched the leaves twirl and bandy about, dancing through the fog.
Paxton had opted for a deep onyx suit-attire, but with a white button-up and a white underneath. His cuff links caught the light, gleaming. When he found Thierry, he said, almost uncharacteristically optimistic: "This party is kind of a dream, isn't it?"