[ On his exploration of Nocwich, Cas finally arrives at the hot springs, either not taking notice of the minimal dress code, or not caring. After enjoying the ambient steam cloud, Cas steps directly into one of the pools, clothes and all. Pacing until the water engulfs him, he sinks down to sit at the bottom of the pool.
For a long time. For too long of a time. Five minutes, ten minutes, more pass, and he’s yet to come up, no trail of bubbles rising from the depths around him. If one were to duck underwater and take a look, he’s seated cross-legged at the base of the spring, eyes closed, as if meditating. He’s living his best life, don’t mind him, just... watch where you step?
In a flurry of bubbles and patrons trading out spots, Geralt, tragically, misses what’s lurking in the depths. His foot hits a shin, knee hits a ribcage, and Castiel’s tranquil meditations are rudely interrupted by face level witcher crotch. Just a passing glance, nothing scandalous, but it does cause a new stream of bubbles and some flailing underfoot. Hopefully Geralt’s not so exhausted he can’t dodge a couple stray limps as Cas tries to find up from down and bring himself to the surface again. ]
Geralt. [ Cas eventually stands, straightening his soaked clothes. Ahem. ] Good evening.
CLOSED; geraldine of riverdance
For a long time. For too long of a time. Five minutes, ten minutes, more pass, and he’s yet to come up, no trail of bubbles rising from the depths around him. If one were to duck underwater and take a look, he’s seated cross-legged at the base of the spring, eyes closed, as if meditating. He’s living his best life, don’t mind him, just... watch where you step?
In a flurry of bubbles and patrons trading out spots, Geralt, tragically, misses what’s lurking in the depths. His foot hits a shin, knee hits a ribcage, and Castiel’s tranquil meditations are rudely interrupted by face level witcher crotch. Just a passing glance, nothing scandalous, but it does cause a new stream of bubbles and some flailing underfoot. Hopefully Geralt’s not so exhausted he can’t dodge a couple stray limps as Cas tries to find up from down and bring himself to the surface again. ]
Geralt. [ Cas eventually stands, straightening his soaked clothes. Ahem. ] Good evening.