w (heir) wrote in repose, @ 2018-05-24 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, burden bell, damian wainright |
Capital University: Misha B & Damian W
Who: Misha Bellamy & Damian Wainright
What: poolside log
Where: university campus gym, the Capital
When: midday
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Misha's class was three hours long. It began early. The morning after the gala, he had such a class. They had come to the Capital directly following the gathering and Damian was slightly mournful, as it meant he could not swim at daybreak. He enjoyed being in the lake when the sun came up, burning and gilded in the springtime air. The birds enjoyed it as well, as they would begin squawking immediately and raucously, and Damian enjoyed this, also. But, as they had come to the Capital, this could not occur. Instead, and because of the champagne, he had slept in late and had roused with a mouth that felt filled with cotton. Misha had departed already for his class, so Damian had taken a shower and attempted to rid his head of this felt-thick sensation. Eventually, he had decided upon going to the gym, or the recreation building, as it was called. He had swim shorts, A.K.A. trunks, and the gym was open to the public for morning hours in the summer semester. Likely, if need be, he could leverage his contribution to the school for admission.βOnce there, Damian had sent Misha a message over FLEET, announcing his plan to use the equipment and swim, and that that was where he would be when the boy's class let out. Then, he had locked his cellphone and everything else in a locker in the locker room and began to do as he had intended and explained. After an hour in the equipment room and another thirty minutes with weights, Damian went to the pool to cool off and because it was calming to him. He was not alone. A few others were doing laps in the lanes furthest away. The splash of water was rhythmic and soothing, and he did not bother with such accouterments as goggles and all of this as he began his own laps. |