the_variant | (no subject)

"Why are we here?"

Sylvie doesn't generally go shopping. Not for her clothing. It's easy enough to just cast a spell and change her clothes when she wants to, though she does have some good basics in her clothes. Expensive denim, a good pair of boots, shirts that are both functional and beautiful, as well as some t-shirts, and even one dress she'd purchased out of sheer fury when it was too warm for her to consider trousers. That's enough for her.

The boutique store they're in makes her uncomfortable. Somehow they've ended up here and she doesn't know why or how. Did he drug her to get her in here? Did he distract her somehow? It's his fault, she knows it is, because she wouldn't have come in here on her own.

The clothes are nice enough, she supposes, but that still doesn't tell her why.

"Are you looking for something in particular?" she almost demands of Bucky. Part of what she likes about him so much is that he's as functional and practical as she is. Somehow she can't imagine him in the baby blue sweater that hangs on the rack next to her, no matter how soft it looks.

Threaded | Flat

Like Sylvie, Bucky isn't really the type to go shopping for fun. He goes shopping when he needs to, mostly, and today sort of falls under that category. Fall is in the air, and while Bucky still has most of his clothes from the previous winter, it won't hurt to get a few new things.

He used to care a lot more about how he looked. Steve would tease him about the amount of time he spent on his hair, for one. He was never really smug about his good looks but he took pride in them, and always liked to dress well when he could. It was to impress girls, mostly. Maybe some old habits are coming back to him. He can't imagine why.

"I'm here because I need sweaters," Bucky says dryly, looking over his shoulder at the very reason. "You're in here because you followed me."