[ there's a sense of relief to shedding a disguise, and with each piece that comes off, neatly folded and to the side behind some rocks, that sensation grows like a slowly unfurling thing - a cat stretching long and pleased in the warmth of the sauna. the last bath peter remembers having is an aching shower in the hotel room so already that's paling by comparison, the pang that comes with it being swatted away quickly.
there's a faint, yellowing bruise around his throat he's managed to cover up with both the coat he'd arrived in and the robes they'd donned prior to their descent, a few others that look as though they're following the same program, though he doesn't seem bothered by the sight of them in a brief glance at his reflection, just as he doesn't seem bothered by stripping down in front of strangers for a long, hot soak. ]
Well, if it isn't number 11 himself, [ easy and smooth as peter slips into the water from the side, abandoning a towel on the edge and reaching up a hand to lightly set his glasses atop it. his mood slips easily like silk along skin, warmed over and winding. ] I have to say, those robes really don't do you any justice.
@ november
there's a faint, yellowing bruise around his throat he's managed to cover up with both the coat he'd arrived in and the robes they'd donned prior to their descent, a few others that look as though they're following the same program, though he doesn't seem bothered by the sight of them in a brief glance at his reflection, just as he doesn't seem bothered by stripping down in front of strangers for a long, hot soak. ]
Well, if it isn't number 11 himself, [ easy and smooth as peter slips into the water from the side, abandoning a towel on the edge and reaching up a hand to lightly set his glasses atop it. his mood slips easily like silk along skin, warmed over and winding. ] I have to say, those robes really don't do you any justice.