Ashura-ou (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wishmadeinfire) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
paradisa2012-07-05 10:59 am
wishmadeinfire) wrote in paradisa2012-07-05 10:59 am
Entry tags:
Home Sweet Bath [action]
[ There was nothing quite like a proper bath in Ashura's opinion. Not that the outpost was bereft of basic necessities, but one could not linger in warm water (which warm water was never really a problem, considering his Talent), but there were no good scents and other people needed the baths. This was a working sort of job after all, not a vacation.
So yes, he was gloriously happy to linger in his private both once they got back and come out smelling like ginger and lemons.
But, instead of Talent-drying his hair, he decided he was due a good bit of relaxation, and thus the reason someone might come across the king laying out in the sun in the grass near the castle, soaking in the outdoors when not associated with the need to be on the look out for something. Of course, one might see the long length of his hair first, snaking behind him, sleek and black (and it did travel some ways, given its length). Ashura himself blended well today, glad in greens and golden yellows, much of his jewelry forsaken for the moment except the ruby torque on his throat, some emeralds and gold on his ears, and the gold and emerald dragon his finger.
And, as if it could not get any more relaxing, he found himself quietly humming a lullaby from his youth.
Let's just hope no stray animals take it into their heads to try and take a nibble at his hair.]
So yes, he was gloriously happy to linger in his private both once they got back and come out smelling like ginger and lemons.
But, instead of Talent-drying his hair, he decided he was due a good bit of relaxation, and thus the reason someone might come across the king laying out in the sun in the grass near the castle, soaking in the outdoors when not associated with the need to be on the look out for something. Of course, one might see the long length of his hair first, snaking behind him, sleek and black (and it did travel some ways, given its length). Ashura himself blended well today, glad in greens and golden yellows, much of his jewelry forsaken for the moment except the ruby torque on his throat, some emeralds and gold on his ears, and the gold and emerald dragon his finger.
And, as if it could not get any more relaxing, he found himself quietly humming a lullaby from his youth.
Let's just hope no stray animals take it into their heads to try and take a nibble at his hair.]