Tomb Raiding, Spiders, and Spell Flingers
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He dropped the shirt to the floor as he took a step up towards the edge. While his gaze was mostly set on the action, sparing her a fleeting glance, hers seemed to keep a polite stare. Pity. It was also unfortunate that they were both so drained and frazzled by the encounter that he’d decided to give her some lenience when it came to her sentence. She was injured after all, she shouldn’t move too much, not too animatedly. I meant you’ve nothing to be embarrassed about, but carry on. I’ll just be relaxing best I can.

While he held no qualms about his own body, comfortably striding up and over to step into the water, Ruth’s back was something he didn’t enjoy recalling. Lines of white criss crossed across the pale flesh, long healed over, while their shrunken edges hinted at their age. A lingering reminder of how his father had tried to ‘mentor’ him into adulthood. The rest were dalish in origin and he had no trouble recanting those stories and their meaning to him.

His final glance though, found and held her stare when descending, brow beginning to furrow just as his thigh hit the water. The sting burned along his nerve like wildfire, catching every muscle off guard to form a hiss. His momentum paused and he grunted in response before settling fully back into the water, clenching his teeth and sucking in a breath against the pain. Fuck. His mood had flipped from about to enjoy a relaxing, fun time to the bitter reminder why he hated travelling with others.

You meant to look, he’d grumble, teasing her before sinking under completely to soak his hair. Clearing the water out of his eyes he then held them back up, do I have permission to check? Or am I going to be accused of being naughty? While he winked, his grin strained at the edges of his mouth. Her pink face was still priceless though, and if the winked earned him a further shade or two he’d be rolling in favours to squeeze out of her later.

Then, because he couldn’t help himself, Or is this you asking to feel me up? Smirk devious, despite the scolding pain creeping up his thigh now exposed to the water. And I’m deemed the naughty one, for shame, Dora, for shame. I’m obviously an injured man. It be taking advantage, surely?


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RE: Tomb Raiding, Spiders, and Spell Flingers - by Ruth Yoesif - 04-25-2024, 06:39 PM