psl with noah!!

[rainshaveceased]

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[rainshaveceased]

Dreams do usually have a tendency for the eventful.

[time to walk some more! there are dark clouds building up in the sky, threatening rain]

[waywardsong]

[looking up at the clouds]

That's odd... I feel like I've only ever seen clear skies or umbral winds here. Maybe it has to do with us?

[rainshaveceased]

Most likely everything here has to do with us.

[as the first raindrops start falling,]

It may be a sign that we ought to find shelter.

[waywardsong]

[nods, his ears twitching as raindrops hit them, and he starts jogging towards the nearest shelter, though the rain picks up rapidly until it's a full-on deluge]

Seven hells!

[rainshaveceased]

[follows into the nearby building, though he's in no particular hurry and gets thoroughly soaked]

[waywardsong]

[they're both dripping onto the tiled floor as they enter, completely soaked. ahrun'ya especially looks like a soggy cat who was forced to take a bath]

Wow. So. That happened.

[rainshaveceased]

[a soaked elidibus just looks like a sopping wet lil guy. no floof left whatsoever.]

A little sudden, but nothing especially noteworthy otherwise.

[waywardsong]

[aww, the floof. :( ahrun'ya begins peeling off his shirt almost immediately]

I shouldn't have to worry about getting sick in a dream, but better safe than sorry.

[rainshaveceased]

[watches the shirt come off o////o]

I... highly doubt that needs to be a concern.

[waywardsong]

[it's no surprise that the warrior of light is toned, but in particular ahrun'ya is built like an archer. his arms are well-defined, his shoulder muscles almost whipcord-like. the rest of him is lean, built for dexterity and speed rather than brute strength.

but the thing that's difficult not to notice are the scars scattered across his torso. of course any warrior will have battle scars, but there is something wrong about these. instead of scar tissue, there is glittering kintsugi-like gold; the legacy of his body containing the lightwardens.]

Right. We could keep walking if we wanted to, but...

[shrugs, and smiles a little at elidibus]

I don't know about you, but I don't relish the idea of walking around in sopping trousers.

1/3

[rainshaveceased]

[briefly imagines the warrior of light getting out of his sopping trousers]

[rainshaveceased]

[NO. BAD. STOP BEING HORNY. it is completely inappropriate on multiple levels. out of the question.]

[rainshaveceased]

[gives a little wave of his hand, and in a woosh of they're both suddenly dry, the water now a puddle on the floor]]

[waywardsong]

[his hands were in fact at his waist, and then they fly into the air]

Whoa!

[he jumps, and blinks down at the puddle on the floor]

... that's handy.

[rainshaveceased]

...You really were just going to undress right there.

[not judgemental, just. kind of amazed?]

[waywardsong]

Yes? I was soaked down to my smallclothes, that's not exactly comfortable. If this weren't a dream, I'd have stripped down and looked for a fire to hang my clothes by, and then I'd see about finding something warm to drink.

[he puts his shirt back on, sheepishly]

[rainshaveceased]

[SIGH. why must you be like this. why must the shirt go back on.]

Regadless, it seems we are trapped here for the time being.

[the sound of the rain beating down is still clearly audible, with no indication of abating]

[waywardsong]

[it doesn't have sleeves so at least you still get to admire the bare arms

ahrun'ya glances around, the familiar surroundings of the interior of most elpis buildings shifting... into something cozier. there's a fireplace now, with a crackling fire, and a low sofa in front. notably, there is a lute resting against the wall]

Oh... this looks different.

[rainshaveceased]

...Ah. How appropriate.

[it's a bit too appropriate actually. this kind of a romantic atmosphere is extremely dangerous.]

[waywardsong]

This feels like some inns I've been to...

[he goes over and picks up the lute, hefting it, smiling as he strums a few chords]

Tuned and everything.

[rainshaveceased]

It would be a worrying sign indeed if your subconscious provided an instrument out of tune.

[waywardsong]

Probably would mean I'd hit my head.

[he takes a seat, and starts playing a song]

... it's a work-in-progress. I still don't have all the lyrics written yet. Just a few verses. It... took me a long time to put this song together.

[rainshaveceased]

[listens, still just standing, his expression shifting to something melancholic]

...It is a beautiful piece.

[waywardsong]

... thanks. It's... about you. Sort of. It's about a lot of things, but... you, and Emet-Selch, especially.

Did you ever play an instrument?

[rainshaveceased]

[a long pause]

I used to play the piano.