Erato

[He doesn't notice, at first, the change of scenery. There's a towel wrapped around his head, after all, and his eyes are still stinging from an errant glob of conditioner. But as he adjusts, as the water droplets from his shower are pulled out of his hair and into the fluffy towel, he picks up on the changes: the bareness of the walls, the brightness of the light. It isn't his room--but someplace else. Where, though, he doesn't know.

He walks up to a dresser, pulls it open -


- and yelps when he sees the contents inside, slamming the drawer with a loud thud. Suffice to say, his usual assortment of shirts isn't in there.]



(ooc: open for both non-sexy times and....sexy times.....for the record he has underwear on (boxers) but no pants. :|b)

[ There is a woman dancing -- eyes closed, gentle swaying, twirling to the soft music, a contrast against the otherwise erratic flames of the bonfire. Flowing rose pink dress, long hair half gathered by her nape where white night-blooming jasmines and small yellow primroses were tucked into the lavender tresses.

Once she opens her eyes, she spots... you. And whether or not she knows you she stops dancing so as to approach with a warm smile, and-- is that a flower garland she is holding? And yes, she is offering it to you-- ]

Will you dance with me?



(( OOC: Here be Sasha with memories from marinasylum and is dreaming from sleeping at the hospital. Mostly here for funtiems, general CR and who knows, maybe other things~ She can also be bothered while she's dancing so, have at~? ))