Autumn: Ashton and Lilie
Ashton blinked. Lilie looked like an elf out of a certain Tolkien movie that Ashton otherwise disliked for its poor representation - albeit largely factual - of dragonkind. If anyone had ever doubted that Lilie was an elf, all they'd have to do is see her in this dress and all doubts would be erased.
As she brought his attention to the music, Ashton listened and nodded. It was nice, even if in the back of his mind that small cynical voice reminded him it was Alex who was putting the music together and he shouldn't like it, on that principle. But Lilie wanted him to dance with her and he said he would. The last time they'd danced at that party had been enjoyable, so Ashton needed no further convincing to accept her hand clasp and follow in her wake to the dance floor.
When they arrived, he knew what to do. He took charge by taking her by the waist and brought her in close. "I like your dress," he stated as they began to dance. It was fact more than it was compliment, and it was fortunate that Lilie wasn't wearing any gold in the ensemble.