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temple_of_doom2016-01-30 06:14 pm
twelfth_labour) wrote in temple_of_doom2016-01-30 06:14 pm
Rained In | Locked to ablademaiden
[Rain isn't a issue underground. Those who live there don't have reason to carry umbrellas or carry rain coats, the weather in its lacking course remains the same under the gray ceiling of metal and concrete. Heine doesn't have reason to go up top often and more often than not it's due to work he's up there at all. Such is the case this time, a job of Liza's that was more presence than action for some meeting he isn't certain had anything to do with the underground districts.
He went regardless and took it as an opportunity to take Naoto with him. Below ground they kept to dark corners and empty rooms for their budding relationship, the sort that has stumbles and careful wording. They've gotten closer than ever atop the shimmering feelings he kept down. He hadn't accounted for the weather however, the idea of grabbing the bike and a bottle on some semblance of a normal date.
Instead they got wet, head and shoulders at worst, making the eventful plan fall flat. He got them to a dry place, the safe house belonging to a friend of a friend of Liza's. He'd been there before, the bike isn't far from the place putting it all in a close proximity. It doesn't matter now he laments jamming the hidden key into the door to get them inside.
Once in, the door is locked back up and search for a towel is taken. It's found, two grabbed to dry his hair and to give one to her. The good intention goes awry when he comes back from the bathroom to find her in wait, dark hair limp and framing her face. Her shoulders are pulled in from chill he suspects, rain having weighed the top of her jacket. At least the rest of her isn't wet, though cold, he thinks stepping closer before handing her a towel.]
It's not what I planned, but we are getting some time together. [His tone dips into happy, a thin warm smile that's almost strange on his pale face. The fact he's staring at her face isn't hidden, not that he's trying to or wanting her to notice, but he finds appeal in the dampness of her hair.
He went regardless and took it as an opportunity to take Naoto with him. Below ground they kept to dark corners and empty rooms for their budding relationship, the sort that has stumbles and careful wording. They've gotten closer than ever atop the shimmering feelings he kept down. He hadn't accounted for the weather however, the idea of grabbing the bike and a bottle on some semblance of a normal date.
Instead they got wet, head and shoulders at worst, making the eventful plan fall flat. He got them to a dry place, the safe house belonging to a friend of a friend of Liza's. He'd been there before, the bike isn't far from the place putting it all in a close proximity. It doesn't matter now he laments jamming the hidden key into the door to get them inside.
Once in, the door is locked back up and search for a towel is taken. It's found, two grabbed to dry his hair and to give one to her. The good intention goes awry when he comes back from the bathroom to find her in wait, dark hair limp and framing her face. Her shoulders are pulled in from chill he suspects, rain having weighed the top of her jacket. At least the rest of her isn't wet, though cold, he thinks stepping closer before handing her a towel.]
It's not what I planned, but we are getting some time together. [His tone dips into happy, a thin warm smile that's almost strange on his pale face. The fact he's staring at her face isn't hidden, not that he's trying to or wanting her to notice, but he finds appeal in the dampness of her hair.