#dearest dear diar;; lancer

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@boargored

//Scenario — Diarmuid and Riel, bathing together. They’re each wearing bottom swim pieces, if only because Rea would likely be unable to focus otherwise. She’s happy, but nervous, and at first she hides using the water as if to disappear. Her face is even redder than the rest of her is from the steaming heat.

Slowly she relaxes, bit by bit. At first she starts to splash at him, sticks her tongue out and makes faces (often when Diar, once again, offers to leave). Then she finally turns her back to him and gets a washcloth to begin cleaning herself. Diar lounges back himself to give her room and waits, before asking if he should leave.

Instead, Rea grabs another washcloth and hands it to him so he can get to her back. He obliges, touch careful and gentle but steady all the same. She handles her hair, herself, though Diar makes sure she’s thorough with the entire process.

Once she’s done she stays, just to enjoy the hot water. But eventually she falls asleep against Diar, curled up in on herself as she often does when sleeping. Before the water cools he pulls her out and wraps her up in soft towels, ever conscious of her privacy.