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It was hot, and I wanted a swim. But first, I needed a towel, not particularly relishing the idea of getting my clothing wet on the walk back to the treehouse. The clothing bin in the compound, however, seemed to be urging me in another direction by yielding forth several garishly colored bathing costumes in various styles. I hated all of them. In Terre d’Ange, such things are rather uncommon, most D’Angelines preferring to swim naked if at all. Only by digging deep did I find a passable one-piece suit in a respectable shade of light blue. It was rather boring, but it did dip low enough in the back to show almost my entire marque. And then, thank Elua, a towel.
I was glad to leave the laundry room; the scratches still stood on my back as a reminder of how I’d passed my last visit to it, and I still was not entirely certain of how I felt about the whole thing. Rabastan certainly had made light of it, not giving any sign of remembering it had even occurred, when he bothered to speak to me at all.
Now I was back on my way to the ocean, a rather silly-looking pair of sunglasses perched on my nose and the towel wrapped around my waist. Dropping it and the glasses in a pile, I slid out of my shoes and went toward the water, diving in with relish. Laying back to float, I thought of Asherat and wondered if her touch could reach this place. I thought of home; I thought of my family.
I missed Joscelin. It had risen up almost unnoticed, the ache in my chest that signaled his absence. I missed his steadfast consistency, knowing he was always near just when I needed him. I missed sleeping with his arms around me; I even missed arguing with him. For the first time since arriving here, I selfishly wished he would come and join me.
[Feel free to catch her in the water or coming out of it. Anyone is welcome, but I’d love to see Bill or Wilson or Lucius… or any of the mystery women from the meme. XD]
I was glad to leave the laundry room; the scratches still stood on my back as a reminder of how I’d passed my last visit to it, and I still was not entirely certain of how I felt about the whole thing. Rabastan certainly had made light of it, not giving any sign of remembering it had even occurred, when he bothered to speak to me at all.
Now I was back on my way to the ocean, a rather silly-looking pair of sunglasses perched on my nose and the towel wrapped around my waist. Dropping it and the glasses in a pile, I slid out of my shoes and went toward the water, diving in with relish. Laying back to float, I thought of Asherat and wondered if her touch could reach this place. I thought of home; I thought of my family.
I missed Joscelin. It had risen up almost unnoticed, the ache in my chest that signaled his absence. I missed his steadfast consistency, knowing he was always near just when I needed him. I missed sleeping with his arms around me; I even missed arguing with him. For the first time since arriving here, I selfishly wished he would come and join me.
[Feel free to catch her in the water or coming out of it. Anyone is welcome, but I’d love to see Bill or Wilson or Lucius… or any of the mystery women from the meme. XD]