[ CATCH-ALL ] i'm allied to the winter

[wiedzminka]

Who: Ciri, Geralt, Rinwell, Jaskier, and others
What: Catch-all for February plans
Where: Cadens, the desert on the road to Aquila, Horizon
When: throughout February
Warnings: will add as needed. probably violence. spoilers for season 2 of the witcher!

Closed headers below, but open for plotting! Hit me up if you'd like a starter. Feel free to PM Ciri's journal or catch me on Plurk at belleteyn

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[frontlinetitties]

I owe you one.

[She continues the joke even as she's painfully aware of the other woman's eyes on her. Fuck. Damn. Not much chance of distracting her with conversation then, whilst she subtly attempts to slip free of her clinging wet leggings without Ciri's notice. She guesses she could just own it-- sit here like this is totally normal and like she doesn't feel silly for being unaware of what's expected.

Or she could just say fuck it, reach straight for her bandeau and strip it off. Toss is with feigned disinterest onto the pool's edge, where it lies in an inky blank pile. This is exactly what she does, in the end. Just whips it right off, though she has to concede to herself that wriggling free of her leggings is going to be a harder job to do whilst trying to maintain some dignity. Ugh.]

Honestly I couldn't tell you. I never really thought about it, you know? You just hit the button, it does it's job, you're all clean in like...under a minute. Soaking in water seems like kind of a strange way to go about it in comparison.

[There's no denying that it feels better though.]

And we had water. It was just a limited supply, so it went through recyce again and again. In hindsight, it tasted grim.

[But back then, she had nothing to compare it with.]

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri stares at her for a moment, trying to parse what Gideon is saying. Recyce isn't a word she knows, but the context is enough to provide hints. They're just... hm. She squints. ]

...sounds gross.

[ The wriggling is funny, at least. Ciri takes enough pity on the poor woman to look away and let her pretend she can remove her leggings with some semblance of dignity left. ]

Feels better, right?

[frontlinetitties]

Totally gross and bad.

[She says, and hopes that if there's a touch of heat in her cheeks as she battles with the damp and clinging leggings it'll be mistaken for a reaction to the temperature of the water.

She succeeds, eventually. After some less than elegant squirming and tugging, but finally she's free of her leggings and tosses them aside with a victorious hah! One that she hadn't quite intended to make aloud. Ah, well. This leaves her sitting naked in the deep heat of the water, tawny skin glistening with it. There's the quick, hard flutter of her heart because hey, it's the first time she's ever done something like this, and she's glad she put in those few extra reps this morning.]

You know what, it does feel better.

[She says, and stretches, cat-like. Back arching against the stones, arms flexed behind her head. Totally casual. Not deliberate at all.]

[wiedzminka]

[ Well... if she's showing off, Ciri's not going to insult her by not watching. So she does, without bothering to hide it but without quite staring, just an appreciative glance over Gideon's well-muscled arms and shoulders.

Ciri laughs. ]

Told you!

The water feels divine... though I do wish I'd had the forethought to bring along a jug of mead or some such. Or some cold ale. That would really complement the hot water.

[frontlinetitties]

[She's looking, right? She's totally looking. There's a hot blonde checking her out whilst they both sit in the buff in a heated pool and for one hot, dizzy moment she feels like she's finally arrived. Like, this is the stuff of her girlhood dreams. All those dull, bleak, lonely days when she'd fantasised about this very thing (or at least, something remarkably similar) happening to her as she'd poured over illicit comics in her dark cell of a room. All those times she’d so fervently wished for the (attractive) company of someone around her own age instead of a bunch of half-fossilised nuns who all hated her anyway. She decides there and then that this moment was definitely worth dying for.]

Damn, now you've said it I kinda want it. Why did you wait until after I'd stripped off to make that suggestion?

[Because two women getting drunk and naked in a hot bath sounds like an excellent idea.]