#covet.

[problem-of-ros]

[thamvos]

The sea’s breeze was sharp; Ana could feel the cold on her hands, ears. It was just beginning to get dark--such was the norm on winter days but she’d made a marked decision to go and see Golden’s boardwalk lights in their full splendor and so, she came out somewhat late. Even now, it was a quaint sight; slush was ever so present but much of the architecture carried a thick white frosting that was substantially more charming.

It was fairly bustling as people were out around the ward. Golden had a robust shopping district, it was to be expected that Snowtide would bring people out in droves. Ana tried to steer clear of the crowds, though. No rhyme nor reason, just a base instinct to give herself some breathing room. Occasionally other people would cross paths. In the snow and slush, she could make out a second set of footsteps in the background noise...it felt almost like a nagging thought. Just enough to ignore.

Or, enough if she hadn’t needed to backtrack on herself after hitting a dead end and taking a passing glance at someone with green hair about as long as her own.

She felt compelled to speak. “...did you need something?” 

Hopefully this wouldn’t end in conflict--she was no fighter, not now. But...there had to be a reason they were both out in this part of the boardwalk, right? And..they almost seemed kind of nervous.

@amelserru​ ; event.

[thamvos]

“Are...you sure this will help?”

Ana was already here in the studio, fully dressed to dance but still uncertainty lingered on her voice. Confidence still evaded her; she was so deeply worried she was going to whack this woman upside the head on accident. She’d already knocked into her once--it was the other woman’s idea to suggest she try some dancing to help the coordination. It felt loath to deny such generosity, her confidence notwithstanding.

Still, she stretched, and surprisingly it didn’t feel hard, her joints not nearly so stiff. Bending down to touch the floor almost felt natural.  “I won’t accidentally trip you or something?”

@liondanced; event sc.

[thamvos]

Upon Medusa’s windowsill sat one gift box.

She didn’t remember being talkative enough to her roomates to leave an impression. Was one of them so pitifully naive to leave this here? Or...more likely in the grand history of things Medusa’s Had To Deal With, it was meant as a ploy to snuff her out. There was no justification for this--which was all the more baffling. She couldn’t tell if it was innocuous or not just from its mere presence. Damn. Her mouth squished in frustration.

She crept up to it. Medusa craned her head to get a better look at a note attached to the top.

Relax, free your mind.

-Noel.

Well that was vague. She didn’t know any Noels but the name did line up with what she knew of holiday traditions in this era. So it was someone using a generic moniker leaving gifts around for everyone. Whatever. With a message like that; it was probably bath products or something, no harm in opening it--

Sure enough; a bath bomb. A sniff of it revealed it was...a scent Medusa couldn’t quite peg, but it was floral and whatever it was, it smelled wonderful. Enough so that she decided that, ah, what the hell, it was a Sunday, she could take a load off and take a nice relaxing bath. 

She let the bomb roll off her palm into the pool of water; its contents spilling out in a pink, glittery wave. There was also a bit of pink fog accompanying it--Medusa had no idea why that was, a craftsmanship error? She almost worried about making it into the water--but at this point the rose-tinted scenery was almost too much to give up.

And so she stepped in, and all she could focus on was the warmth of the water and the veritable olfactory eden.

In fact, her mind felt absolutely blank, hollow as a shell on the beach.

[sexandthenitty-blog]

it's delishus.