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Caren Ortensia (Hortensia) ([personal profile] showsnopiety) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-05-20 09:54 pm

[Open] It's getting hot in here

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!]
sunderings: (i was looking for a breath of life)

yooooooooooooooo

[personal profile] sunderings 2016-05-26 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He wakes to a series of tugs, little jerks and pulls upon the length of his hair which are not keenly felt (the King's locks are simply that long, and the touch is nowhere near the scalp!), but gradually builds into a curiously bothersome sensation which sees golden eyes slitting open and Sion lifting his head, glancing back over his shoulder to find...! ]

… Light.

[ —Sion voice is soft, muted by sleep, the Lord curiously missing from present company's name, though whether this is deliberate or can simply be attributed to the King's sleep-muzzled state is up for debate.

Either way, Sion does not start upon finding himself in Lord Light's presence (after all, had he not once laid beside the man upon a beach?), though he does push himself away from the bank of rocks, water rippling with the motion as he treads closer to the link between them, fully alert in moments. ]


Allow me. [ His hand just brushes the back of Lord Light's own as his fingers dance delicate and deft, setting upon the source of the tangle. Meanwhile, he makes a quick study of his companion, looking for any wounds which might linger in the wake of battle and finding only unblemished skin, a frame more slender than his own, and...

Something else of intrigue, for even the Gods of his own realm always held certain characteristics. ]


That we have been drawn together in such a way... I am not surprised.
Edited 2016-05-26 19:02 (UTC)
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yo..... i am so slow gomen

[personal profile] accordance 2016-05-30 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sion.

[ The greeting is returned with a measure of apology, given that he had disturbed the other in slumber. Once Sion moves to work on the tangle, he releases it to give him space to work. He might have finished extricating it in the end, but he would definitely take more time than Sion did. ]

So it seems. We appear to meet quite often.

[ Sometimes it's just in passing in the Hall of Glory or at their mission point, but they have been running into each other. ]

I apologize for disturbing you. It was not intentional.
sunderings: (we won't be sleeping in our autumn beds)

[personal profile] sunderings 2016-06-01 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
You've precious little to apologize for, rather I... [ He has found the root of the tangle, and for all the world it seems as though there must be magic in his fingers with how quickly he coaxes Lord Light's hair loose from his own. ] ...should have known better than to unbind my hair from its plait in such a place.

[ A place where even he could not resist the way the hot water of the springs seemed to melt away the tension from his muscles, the aches from his bones. Even now, sleep tugs at his eyelids, white lashes falling to half-mast over golden eyes as he finds himself twining one of the newly-freed locks of Lord's Lights hair about a slender forefinger as his thoughts drift away from him so much like ripples upon the surface of the water... ]

It is like silk, your hair.
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[personal profile] accordance 2016-06-14 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lord Light nods, his white locks returning to its usual position after he completes the movement. He doesn't comment when Sion starts examining his hair - he trusts the other, and it's a small gesture. ]

It is. My vessel is unique and inhuman. Its qualities make my hair easier to manage.

[ Than Sion, whom he assumes to be of a different construction. ]