Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 22:24:52 GMT -8
Sweat dripped off the scion of Hercules as she stepped through the marble halls of the grand bath house, the windows causing the fading light of the sunset to shine off the beautiful white architecture. Training had been long today, and hard - Astrid's shirt showed the sweat that was dripping down her body, almost making the outline of the armor she had worn for the combat practice - which had already been removed as she left the training yard, to be transported back to the armory. She hated that armor with a passion already, it was the closest one to her size, and having only been around for a few days, there had been no time to provide her a new set that would be more comfortable.
She pushed aside the ornate purple silk curtain, as she stepped into the women's dressing room, connected on the other side to the bath. A towel was swiped off the rack, a new one replacing it moments later as a wind spirit brushed past Astrid. She glanced around the undressing room without shame, shaking her head - she'd already noticed how easily embarrassed the people of the camp were, and it'd only been a few days. Even just something as simple as undressing became a task they were embarrassed by, and it was idiotic when that would happen. Astrid quickly slipped out of her own shirt, throwing it into one of the baskets along the wall. It was completely shameless, her pale skin shown without even a hint of embarrassment, no attempt to cover the multiple scars down her side, back, and stomach, evidence of the life she had led to that point. The only reaction being a sigh as she began to pull at where the binding was tied on her back, releasing the knot and beginning to unravel her chest binding.
She'd been doing this for years, ever since she was a teenager and started developing, day and night - her father pointed out that they were weaknesses that would get in the way or get her hurt otherwise. It wasn't a perfect solution and her chest was still obviously existent, if smaller, but she didn't mind that. The fact that they weren't so large that they'd get in the way or be uncomfortable was worth the slight bit of discomfort it caused her. She was used to it by now, she was even able to sleep with them tied down, and almost always chose to do so - spending the time preparing in the morning simply wasn't something she had the chance to do often, when she was alone on the streets and stalked by monsters. It honestly felt weirder for her to have the binding off than it did to have it on, only ever really removed for bathing purposes. It was at least clear from the size why she might bind them down inorder to fight - they looked as if they'd be quite uncomfortable making the movements expected of a fighter.
Still, she didn't seem to find it awkward at all as she threw the wrappings into the basket her shirt was in, before sliding off the rest of her remaining outfit and tossing those in as well. The word 'statuesque', tall and with shaped, chiseled muscle definition with just a bit of fat, and generally shapely curvy figure made her look quite fit to be a roman marble statue. The towel was then picked up once more, and put over her shoulder as she walked through the dressing room and into the large shared bath itself. The steam coming off the water betraying its warmth as she stepped across the cool, almost cold stone flooring of the room, making no attempt to use her towel to cover up until she got to the water or anything - not that it would matter, the pure, almost magically clean water almost crystal clear. She glanced around for a moment before looking for a spot that seemed comfortable, eventually heading towards one of the corners of the bath. A toe touched the edge as she dropped the towel off her shoulder and onto the slightly damp ground next to it.
As she stepped into the waters of the bath, the warmth practically filled her, but was unlike that of the beating sun - a comforting heat surrounding her. She ducked her head under the water quickly, her short hair submerged - not that it particularly mattered with how it was cut. As she raised her head out of the water, she stretched her arms over her head, working one in a stretch, and then the other, before sliding down onto the small 'bench' area for bathers to sit on, relaxing in the warm water.
Words: 790
Notes: Astrid binds! Gasp! Anyone can feel free to join.
She pushed aside the ornate purple silk curtain, as she stepped into the women's dressing room, connected on the other side to the bath. A towel was swiped off the rack, a new one replacing it moments later as a wind spirit brushed past Astrid. She glanced around the undressing room without shame, shaking her head - she'd already noticed how easily embarrassed the people of the camp were, and it'd only been a few days. Even just something as simple as undressing became a task they were embarrassed by, and it was idiotic when that would happen. Astrid quickly slipped out of her own shirt, throwing it into one of the baskets along the wall. It was completely shameless, her pale skin shown without even a hint of embarrassment, no attempt to cover the multiple scars down her side, back, and stomach, evidence of the life she had led to that point. The only reaction being a sigh as she began to pull at where the binding was tied on her back, releasing the knot and beginning to unravel her chest binding.
She'd been doing this for years, ever since she was a teenager and started developing, day and night - her father pointed out that they were weaknesses that would get in the way or get her hurt otherwise. It wasn't a perfect solution and her chest was still obviously existent, if smaller, but she didn't mind that. The fact that they weren't so large that they'd get in the way or be uncomfortable was worth the slight bit of discomfort it caused her. She was used to it by now, she was even able to sleep with them tied down, and almost always chose to do so - spending the time preparing in the morning simply wasn't something she had the chance to do often, when she was alone on the streets and stalked by monsters. It honestly felt weirder for her to have the binding off than it did to have it on, only ever really removed for bathing purposes. It was at least clear from the size why she might bind them down inorder to fight - they looked as if they'd be quite uncomfortable making the movements expected of a fighter.
Still, she didn't seem to find it awkward at all as she threw the wrappings into the basket her shirt was in, before sliding off the rest of her remaining outfit and tossing those in as well. The word 'statuesque', tall and with shaped, chiseled muscle definition with just a bit of fat, and generally shapely curvy figure made her look quite fit to be a roman marble statue. The towel was then picked up once more, and put over her shoulder as she walked through the dressing room and into the large shared bath itself. The steam coming off the water betraying its warmth as she stepped across the cool, almost cold stone flooring of the room, making no attempt to use her towel to cover up until she got to the water or anything - not that it would matter, the pure, almost magically clean water almost crystal clear. She glanced around for a moment before looking for a spot that seemed comfortable, eventually heading towards one of the corners of the bath. A toe touched the edge as she dropped the towel off her shoulder and onto the slightly damp ground next to it.
As she stepped into the waters of the bath, the warmth practically filled her, but was unlike that of the beating sun - a comforting heat surrounding her. She ducked her head under the water quickly, her short hair submerged - not that it particularly mattered with how it was cut. As she raised her head out of the water, she stretched her arms over her head, working one in a stretch, and then the other, before sliding down onto the small 'bench' area for bathers to sit on, relaxing in the warm water.
Words: 790
Notes: Astrid binds! Gasp! Anyone can feel free to join.