Post by silver on Dec 24, 2012 20:38:46 GMT -5
[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] I said it's all okay but wishful thoughts can still be lies |
I know things bloom in May but come November they all die
Hiero sat in one of the large, main hot spring pools after a day in the Arena. His challenger hadn't been too particularly difficult, but his trademark trick had failed to work, meaning the battle had been full of ducking and lurching. Several times he'd been thrown into the ground, and he was lucky that his opponent hadn't had fangs or claws and that the match itself was weaponless. It had been a close match and he'd managed, with some luck, to rise as the victor, but at what cost?
At the cost of needing more than the Death's Pale Hand and it's interesting attendees. No, he needed a little bit of a more personal treatment. Or, as the case was, personal relaxation. Hiero debated going into the more private lagoons, but found that he was too tired and sore to bother moving the extra distance. Wading into the water in nothing but his boxers, he made it to a place not too close to anyone where he could sink neck deep into the water and relax in it's warm embrace.
Hiero allowed his eyes to close and his thoughts to drift into a hazy state. The red light gave off the appearance of dusk, and his body relaxed as if he would fall asleep. Of course he wouldn't here, though. Instead of sleeping and dreaming, he let himself lie there and imagine what he'd do when he got home. He'd light himself a few candles by his bedside and continue the book he was reading. Maybe he'd get a couple of chapters read before turning in for the night.
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