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Of recklessness and water [OPEN]
Who: Gren and maybe you???
What: Taking a little time to relax
When: This evening
Where: The Onsen
Rating: PG-13 for nudity
Steam curls through the cold winter air as Gren steps into the building. The transition is abrupt, making him shiver a little, but the warmth quickly starts to banish the chill on his skin.
In the dead of winter, he's not surprised to find the onsen deserted - which is about as surprised as he was to find the place at all. As little as he dislikes the castle, this place is far enough away to feel vaguely safe. His home in town isn't exactly the most well-appointed, living as he is on a bartender's salary (plus the funds from the occasional black-market gun trade), and nothing he has could possibly compare to the experience of a hot spring.
After a few moments of rumination, he starts to remove his clothing. This isn't something he's dared to do outside of a private space in quite a long time. It brings too many memories of prison showers and roaming hands; but those darkened memories smelled more like antiseptic and fear than every so slightly of snow and sulfur. Ever since then he's been reluctant to be that exposed.
Except things had changed. Or, were about to change. But much as he wanted Vicious he still could not banish that instinctual fear. That feeling of being...other. He'd more or less gotten used to the sensation, but there was always that slight intake of breath at the pain as the bandages that bound his chest fell away. Gren ran a hand over his ribs where the skin was still red and marked by lines and the swell of his breast. Would Vicious see him as a man or a woman, he wondered, or would it really matter either way?
He looked out at the divided pool with a wry expression. In which side did he belong? As he waded out into the water, it occurred to him the answer was the same as the one he had given to Faye more than a year ago: both, and neither. He didn't have the luxury or time for regrets now that, for once, something was going right for him. So he found himself at the far end of the pool, lounging back against the edge and sinking into the water with a sigh, allowing himself at least a few moments to be free of worry.
What: Taking a little time to relax
When: This evening
Where: The Onsen
Rating: PG-13 for nudity
Steam curls through the cold winter air as Gren steps into the building. The transition is abrupt, making him shiver a little, but the warmth quickly starts to banish the chill on his skin.
In the dead of winter, he's not surprised to find the onsen deserted - which is about as surprised as he was to find the place at all. As little as he dislikes the castle, this place is far enough away to feel vaguely safe. His home in town isn't exactly the most well-appointed, living as he is on a bartender's salary (plus the funds from the occasional black-market gun trade), and nothing he has could possibly compare to the experience of a hot spring.
After a few moments of rumination, he starts to remove his clothing. This isn't something he's dared to do outside of a private space in quite a long time. It brings too many memories of prison showers and roaming hands; but those darkened memories smelled more like antiseptic and fear than every so slightly of snow and sulfur. Ever since then he's been reluctant to be that exposed.
Except things had changed. Or, were about to change. But much as he wanted Vicious he still could not banish that instinctual fear. That feeling of being...other. He'd more or less gotten used to the sensation, but there was always that slight intake of breath at the pain as the bandages that bound his chest fell away. Gren ran a hand over his ribs where the skin was still red and marked by lines and the swell of his breast. Would Vicious see him as a man or a woman, he wondered, or would it really matter either way?
He looked out at the divided pool with a wry expression. In which side did he belong? As he waded out into the water, it occurred to him the answer was the same as the one he had given to Faye more than a year ago: both, and neither. He didn't have the luxury or time for regrets now that, for once, something was going right for him. So he found himself at the far end of the pool, lounging back against the edge and sinking into the water with a sigh, allowing himself at least a few moments to be free of worry.