[She drifts to the bathroom and it's all there. The brush, the comb, all of it. The shampoo...she takes a moment to smell it. It's expensive. It reminds her of Midgar in its scent somehow. Not bad, but a sense of home no longer there, for any of them anymore.
What she hadn't expected to see- much like a future where their rooms were connected- was the state of...well, undress. Wrap gone, cloak draped. This Vincent is so..vulnerable in a way he wasn't. Not usually.
She nearly turned around from the shock of seeing his hair so long and uneven.
Instead, Aerith strode forward, brush in hand.]
Wherever you want to sit Vincent. And you can out the cloak back on, if you'd like.
It won't get in the way.
[Maybe she should suggest more wine but thay felt insulting.]
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Date: 2024-09-02 09:21 am (UTC)[She drifts to the bathroom and it's all there. The brush, the comb, all of it. The shampoo...she takes a moment to smell it. It's expensive. It reminds her of Midgar in its scent somehow. Not bad, but a sense of home no longer there, for any of them anymore.
What she hadn't expected to see- much like a future where their rooms were connected- was the state of...well, undress. Wrap gone, cloak draped. This Vincent is so..vulnerable in a way he wasn't. Not usually.
She nearly turned around from the shock of seeing his hair so long and uneven.
Instead, Aerith strode forward, brush in hand.]
Wherever you want to sit Vincent. And you can out the cloak back on, if you'd like.
It won't get in the way.
[Maybe she should suggest more wine but thay felt insulting.]