showsnopiety: (And it feels)
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: (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.
accordance: (01)

[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. ]