Re: Dishabile
Her aromatic post-work soak had turned into a production. She discovered this fact after her face slowly reemerged from beneath the water and a purposefully directed stream spouted from her mouth and wet Nate's head as she rose.
Her eyes shifted around and her other senses took in the changes surrounding the trio. Sometimes, Thor's abilities melded with hers and the pair of them would subconsciously weave a tapestry together, often times the latecomer simply adding some tjusz to the arrangement.
Nate's cucumbers (now in his hand) were a nice touch. The queen grinned at Nathaniel then maneuvered so it was she who was massaging Thor's upper arms with her skilled digits. "Have you ever considered that we tend to retire to a bath in some capacity when the King of Helheim gets involved?" When Eva had attempted to tell Thor about her feelings for Nate... When Nate had been bestowed and she'd gone into labor with Astrid... Now. "Is he... unclean?" she voiced with faux-concern. "Are the cosmos telling us something?" Her gaze turned back to the semi-soggy darker man. Honest compassion overtook her features, finally.
"What do you think? Honestly. What do you feel we need to do?" They were usually the same thing for Nathaniel - thought and feeling. She was the exception, of course, and took pride in turning his compass to rubbish. But topics of this magnitude were in a category all their own. She had dismissed him earlier, unfairly. It was just that time of year. His hair magically ruffled free. She couldn't take him seriously so well-coiffed, and her eyes refocused on his, a cue to proceed.