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21.Jul.13, 10:01 AM
“I hate you,” Indivara grumbled, quite clearly not meaning the words that were given along with a pathetically dramatic pout and sulking voice; it was easier than saying ‘thank you’, and she did not really feel he deserved any thanks right that moment. He was so damned hard to stay angry at, though, and that pissed Indivara off. He had ruined her buoyant good mood, and had not even had the good taste to have a proper fight with her! Really, was it asking too much? She did not think so! Puffing out a pathetic sigh, Indivara cuddled closer, curling against Ryvian’s chest and tucking her head under his chin.
She wriggled, tugging the arm out from under herself and resting it between them as she got comfortable for a nice nap, at least until she was dragged off – again – to feed the squalling infant. She had been bullied and hounded into making sure she fed the little monster regularly, and had been told if she did not want the imp to drop dead, she would have to feed it for a minimum of three months. Indivara was counting down the days, pissed off that they were playing on her sickly childhood and the fact that she actually could be guilted into it, to keep the child attached to her. She was quite sure her mother was behind it all, trying to make her a ‘real girl’ or some bullshit.
Indivara’s nose wrinkled, and she pulled her head back, glaring up at Ryvian irritably once more. “When did you last bathe?” The sulking lunatic stank, and Indivara would not have been surprised if she had learned he had not returned to the bathing house since they left it (and the combination of her demand and that thought caused a flush to rise up slowly through her cheeks). She would have been shocked if he had bathed at all recently. Or eaten, though he had clearly been drinking. Her eyes narrowed. Indivara was a very clean person, bathing at least once a day – sometimes as many as three if she could get away with it – and it was something she took as a personal affront when someone did not display the same courtesy.
Moreover, baths were relaxing! And good for sadness. Of course, Indivara believed baths were good for everything, which was why she had spent far too much time in the water during her healing process, which had not helped the infections or scabs and had only intensified the scars she had been left with. Still, the girl eyed Ryvian irritably for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons or dragging him to the bathhouse again (this time tossing him in and walking out!). On the other hand, she could ignore the stink (which could have been worse, granted, but Indivara was obnoxious and considered most anything that was not ‘just out of the bath’ to be smelly), and have another bath before she went to find Varlea in a few hours’ time.
“You need to bathe more,” she grumbled at last, ducking her head back and cuddling close once more. She could put up with a stinky nap, in exchange for taking her own bath when she woke up. The lack of Ryvian looking like an unshaven bear was ignored by Indivara, who had decided he was coated in nine days of unwashed stink and forgotten that water was used for bathing, and drinking, two things she was of the clear opinion he hadn’t done at all recently – or had used sour Katilan wine for.
She wriggled, tugging the arm out from under herself and resting it between them as she got comfortable for a nice nap, at least until she was dragged off – again – to feed the squalling infant. She had been bullied and hounded into making sure she fed the little monster regularly, and had been told if she did not want the imp to drop dead, she would have to feed it for a minimum of three months. Indivara was counting down the days, pissed off that they were playing on her sickly childhood and the fact that she actually could be guilted into it, to keep the child attached to her. She was quite sure her mother was behind it all, trying to make her a ‘real girl’ or some bullshit.
Indivara’s nose wrinkled, and she pulled her head back, glaring up at Ryvian irritably once more. “When did you last bathe?” The sulking lunatic stank, and Indivara would not have been surprised if she had learned he had not returned to the bathing house since they left it (and the combination of her demand and that thought caused a flush to rise up slowly through her cheeks). She would have been shocked if he had bathed at all recently. Or eaten, though he had clearly been drinking. Her eyes narrowed. Indivara was a very clean person, bathing at least once a day – sometimes as many as three if she could get away with it – and it was something she took as a personal affront when someone did not display the same courtesy.
Moreover, baths were relaxing! And good for sadness. Of course, Indivara believed baths were good for everything, which was why she had spent far too much time in the water during her healing process, which had not helped the infections or scabs and had only intensified the scars she had been left with. Still, the girl eyed Ryvian irritably for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons or dragging him to the bathhouse again (this time tossing him in and walking out!). On the other hand, she could ignore the stink (which could have been worse, granted, but Indivara was obnoxious and considered most anything that was not ‘just out of the bath’ to be smelly), and have another bath before she went to find Varlea in a few hours’ time.
“You need to bathe more,” she grumbled at last, ducking her head back and cuddling close once more. She could put up with a stinky nap, in exchange for taking her own bath when she woke up. The lack of Ryvian looking like an unshaven bear was ignored by Indivara, who had decided he was coated in nine days of unwashed stink and forgotten that water was used for bathing, and drinking, two things she was of the clear opinion he hadn’t done at all recently – or had used sour Katilan wine for.
