wyn (newshapes) wrote in faeparties, @ 2014-07-19 12:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *baths, marcus verginius alcaeus, wyn |
Who: Wyn and Marcus
What: A run in
Where: The Baths
When : Now
Warnings: Nudity and Feelings.
It didn't seem to matter that she'd arrived late to the ball. Things were the same from afar, from her traditional vantage point as much as on this level. There were delirious mortals and Fae, acts ranging from the ridiculous to the terrifyingly noble, whispered about but never truly spoken. Wyn had taken a few dances, explored the grounds. The Seelie palace was the same as ever. Her next round of exploration and wandering lead her to the baths. Wyn preferred the seas, where she had more power but the baths still had water and images of rejuvenation. Rebirth. Enough to amuse her at least. She slipped out of her clothes, of silver and darkness, letting them pool about her to the ground. (Some mortal fancy and movements still appealed to her.) Her feet were cooled by the tile of the floor and her body slid into the water silkily. The water enveloped her, taking her from toes to head. Few things encompassed her or rather, could encompass her completely. This was treasured for that effect, even if it was an illusion in this form designed for mortal safety. She took to the surface, not for need of air but for appreciation of the surroundings even if for a moment - sounds of the ever present Fae in the corners, splashes of people as they interacted. The baths were never empty, something she probably should remember, she thought as she kicked her way to the opposite wall, arms resting on the ledge. Looking. |