[Open] It's getting hot in here

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and anyone visiting the hot springs!
When: Post dungeon, could be right after fail/success, could be days after
Where: Hot Springs of course
What: There's a hot springs, so now there's a hot springs episode.
Rating: Could be a p-13 and beyond because some people are only wearing towels in this place.





[Win or fail, everyone needed a reason and a way to relax. With the fall of the towers, there was all sorts of good things to come from it. Some would say it was the birds; and others would say it was the hot springs.

The large, large pools of heated water. Sure, they could be used as a way to get all steamed up (or even steam punk) but after all that hard work, everyone deserves a break!

Bring your swimsuits, your towels, your drinks and snacks-who knows, you should be able to find them in the bazaars, or even on Airy. It's time to soak in the heat!]

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[hymnals]

[ He absolutely does assume each and every one of those things, and his eyes widen to hear Gilgamesh summarize them so succinctly. Not that Adra is a difficult person to read, really.

He takes hold of Gil's wrists, his grip light, but firm, warm. Always feverishly warm.

What should he do? What should he say?

He doesn't answer immediately. He just sits there, in the water, breathing softly. He likes this moment; this closeness. This contact.

Finally: ]

All right. All right, Gil. We can try.

[babbylon]

We can.

[He reasserts that, strongly. But he melts into a faint smile just moments after.]

When you are home, and when you are rested, and when you are ready.

[hymnals]

[ What he'd stopped himself from saying was: I need someone I can trust. And, to be sure, he trusts Gil, certainly enough to let the man take all kinds of liberties with his boundaries. Not every liberty, yet. But more than most.

Was that wise? There's no way to tell, but--even if it wasn't--Adra knows himself. Knows he's never let wisdom stop him before.

So it goes.

He kisses the inside of Gil's wrist. Brief and hot, and then he lets go. ]

Thank you.

[babbylon]

[No, it wasn't wise. Someday, Gilgamesh will hurt him. Someday, Gilgamesh will leave him. They both know it. They both understand it. He'd lured in a tyrant, and so a tyrant he'd have, until he tired of him as tyrants tire of all things. But for now...

For now, Gilgamesh sinks into the water, rests his head on Adra's shoulder, and shuts his eyes.]

I have no use for gratitude.

[But he can have use for a promise to stay.]

[hymnals]

[ Well, at least he'll have the hollow victory of an 'I told you so'. It's been cold comfort in the past, and will be so again.

'Til then, he runs his fingers through Gil's hair. ]

Hmm. Then I'll just reiterate what I said before: I won't give up.

[ Because that will always be true, too. ]