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I Am Deep in a River, Waves Above My Head
Jan. 12th, 2014 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strengthofmybowWhere: A shady lake area outside any particular country
When: January 12
Notes: Open to anyone!
There were times when formality had to be dispensed with, and where need dictated that one forgo the comforts of normalcy and 'propriety' for habits or necessities. This was one such time, though Orile loathed it almost enough to press on. Unfortunately for him, this was a mission of utmost importance, and one that required slow going and full discretion. It was better he wasn't seen for the work he was doing at all.
That didn't make the prospect of bathing in an unprotected, open lake any more comfortable. Scouting for hours made the likelihood of non-animal interlopers much less likely, but... well, the idea didn't sit well. Sighing heavily, he'd set his beloved yumi aside and worked to remove his comfortable clothes. It was a bit of an ordeal, perhaps, the amount of layers he wore. He didn't much care, as the armour beneath his clothes had saved his life more than once. Briefly, his eyes caught on one of his small scars and he shook his head, setting each article of clothing near his towel. No sense in reminiscing right now.
He would do enough of that when he sank down into the water, certainly. The water was cold in its caress, though not as much as it could have been considering the time of year. A quick submergence shooed the dregs of uncomfortable cold, and he sighed when he surfaced, brushing his hair back. Though he'd resolved to be quick about it, once he'd warmed to the water, it was easy to fall into a comfortable lax in discipline. Comfortable enough that he'd forgotten to worry about who was nearby, even, while he leaned back in the deep water and stared at the mottled canopy above.
When: January 12
Notes: Open to anyone!
There were times when formality had to be dispensed with, and where need dictated that one forgo the comforts of normalcy and 'propriety' for habits or necessities. This was one such time, though Orile loathed it almost enough to press on. Unfortunately for him, this was a mission of utmost importance, and one that required slow going and full discretion. It was better he wasn't seen for the work he was doing at all.
That didn't make the prospect of bathing in an unprotected, open lake any more comfortable. Scouting for hours made the likelihood of non-animal interlopers much less likely, but... well, the idea didn't sit well. Sighing heavily, he'd set his beloved yumi aside and worked to remove his comfortable clothes. It was a bit of an ordeal, perhaps, the amount of layers he wore. He didn't much care, as the armour beneath his clothes had saved his life more than once. Briefly, his eyes caught on one of his small scars and he shook his head, setting each article of clothing near his towel. No sense in reminiscing right now.
He would do enough of that when he sank down into the water, certainly. The water was cold in its caress, though not as much as it could have been considering the time of year. A quick submergence shooed the dregs of uncomfortable cold, and he sighed when he surfaced, brushing his hair back. Though he'd resolved to be quick about it, once he'd warmed to the water, it was easy to fall into a comfortable lax in discipline. Comfortable enough that he'd forgotten to worry about who was nearby, even, while he leaned back in the deep water and stared at the mottled canopy above.
