emotive: (Cause the world might do me in)
Ai Thao Kha ([personal profile] emotive) wrote in [community profile] sweethymns 2015-01-19 05:22 am (UTC)

aι тнao ĸнa + dιarмυιd υa dυιвнne iv

[A Master at full physical and mental health was worth more than one at half. After getting over her initial sickness, Ai Thao wanted to be completely up and running so her Servant could also be at his best.

Or at least it was nice to ponder over such ideal thoughts as she soaked in a hot scented bath (present #2 from Lien: lavender bath salts. Neat!) Ai had already cleaned her long hair in the shower, but allowed it to float in the bathtub water, absorbing the aromas that lifted itself into the air, creating alluring wafts of steam. She fell into a drowsy, but pleasant reverie, enjoying herself to the fullest.

The rattling of the window on the wall across from her, snaps Ai back to her senses. That was unsettling; it was as if an evil gust of wind had passed through on the outside. Regardless, it seems a good a sign as any to finally end bath time. Standing up, she squeezes some water out of her hair as the rest is drained.

Ai pauses, squinting again at the window. The steam is fogging up the glass, although she could still make out the shapes of trees and shrubbery outside. She couldn't shake off another feeling though. The young Master steps out of the tub, taking a white towel to cover herself up with and then wipes the window pane with one hand.

Her eyes widen at the sight of...

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There's a noise of shattering glass, the slamming open of a door, and running footsteps. Ai Thao skids to a stop in front of the kitchen entrance, with steam rising off of her skin, wet hair, and only a towel wrapped around her whole torso while her legs and shoulders remain bare. Her Eyes fade back to normal, but she's still fired up.
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LANCER! Be on alert!!

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