- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Steampunk, Romance, Scifi, Horror, Modern, and Fantasy, although I'm always jazzed to try something new.
Levyne for his part, kept his eyes on his bondsman 'til the door obscured her from view. A tension that he hadn't known that he'd been holding released from his shoulders. She wasn't what he'd been expecting. For that matter, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Down fell his overly-large leggings, and he kicked them casually into the corner. Into the shower he climbed, wary of the of the stream. He tested it with his hand, before stepping under the lukewarm spray.
Pleasant surprise radiated from the bond, as he basked in the luxuriant spray. He washed himself slowly, relishing being thoroughly clean. He'd had rare occasions to stop and refresh himself before he'd arrived here. Once he was thoroughly scrubbed, and rinsed, he simply stood under the stream for a minute. Soon, his thoughts turned back to Sana. A thermomancer. HIS thermomancer. He bent casually, to begin fiddling with the faucet knobs. How had she turned them on? They seemed simple enough. He'd just keep fussing with them 'til he found out.
Suddenly, sudden alarm radiated through the bond, accompanied by a yelp from the bathroom, and a crash. Self-conscious embarrassment came next, although it seemed somewhat muted.
Levyne had turned the cold water on full bore, and had fallen out of the shower in his scramble to get out from under the frigid spray. Clambering to his feet, he continued fussing with the bath from the tubside, safely out of the water's stream until he shut it off.
Back to the towel he turned, taking it up to rub himself dry. He'd wait 'til he was composed to go back out to face his companion. Why would anybody's bathing amenities have a setting to chill you to the bone?
Pleasant surprise radiated from the bond, as he basked in the luxuriant spray. He washed himself slowly, relishing being thoroughly clean. He'd had rare occasions to stop and refresh himself before he'd arrived here. Once he was thoroughly scrubbed, and rinsed, he simply stood under the stream for a minute. Soon, his thoughts turned back to Sana. A thermomancer. HIS thermomancer. He bent casually, to begin fiddling with the faucet knobs. How had she turned them on? They seemed simple enough. He'd just keep fussing with them 'til he found out.
Suddenly, sudden alarm radiated through the bond, accompanied by a yelp from the bathroom, and a crash. Self-conscious embarrassment came next, although it seemed somewhat muted.
Levyne had turned the cold water on full bore, and had fallen out of the shower in his scramble to get out from under the frigid spray. Clambering to his feet, he continued fussing with the bath from the tubside, safely out of the water's stream until he shut it off.
Back to the towel he turned, taking it up to rub himself dry. He'd wait 'til he was composed to go back out to face his companion. Why would anybody's bathing amenities have a setting to chill you to the bone?