[ How terribly inconvenient, that a sparring session should turn to this, with a tiefling, a sylvari, and a human positively drenched from a storm coming to pass over where the latter two had been sparring. It had been meant as a test of each other's abilities, with the former serving as an observer and a healer in case there would be anyone getting carried away or any other mishaps. The only mishap to take place, however, was a sudden turn in weather.
And the fight had just been getting quite heated, too— quite literally so, given Diluc's resonance with Pyro.
Luckily, Ori is able to return them to the shelter of her home with a quick teleportation spell before the weather worsens even further, though it effectively puts an early end to the three's intentions for the day. With a sigh, she props her staff against the wall and then finally looks down at herself, at long brown hair and the fabric of her dress alike flush against her skin and hugging every curve and contour of her body and leaving very little to anyone's imagination, least of all Diluc's and Trahearne's. ]
Oh...
[ She realizes all too late, it seems, and she chuckles a bit bashfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. ]
Sorry. I didn't realize. I should change, shouldn't I?
They're lucky Ori had a teleportation spell to get them out of the rain quickly. Even though Trahearne dries pretty quickly, and the rain doesn't bother him all that much, it still makes terrain unstable, makes other activities more dangerous. Especially what was meant to be a friendly spar. It's the right choice.
But now he finds himself standing in Ori's house, dripping water everywhere. As he moves, he feels droplets uncomfortably lodged between his skin and his "clothes." This won't do--they'll have to go.
At first, he moves to the hearth and starts carefully removing the leaves on his chest, tossing them into the flames as he does so. It's only when he hears Ori chuckle that he pauses and looks to her and, oh--
His eyes rake up her scarcely-concealed form. This is--well. Trahearne is not bothered. He has never thought of Ori naked before, but now that he sees her like that-- ]
You may fall ill if you keep that on. [ He says this nonchalantly as he turns back to the fire to carefully remove the rest of his shirt. ] You should remove it, at the very least.
While Diluc is grateful that they had a quick means of getting out of the rain, he doesn't much appreciate the rapid shift from sparring in the open air to standing in Ori's home looking like a half-drowned cat. Excitement still runs in his veins, pumped by a still-slightly-rapid heartbeat even now as he peels off soaked layers and hangs them to dry. Coat, vest, and accessories all come off, leaving him in a shirt and trousers that cling to his skin as he shifts his focus to wringing out his hair.
Ori speaks up, and he immediately looks in her direction. Once he realizes the state she's in, his gaze lingers. That dress isn't covering much now that it's soaked through. He's always thought her to be a lovely woman, but he never wanted or intended to allow himself anything more than that idle thought. To see her like this in front of him is... ahem.
The leftover adrenaline from the sparring session certainly isn't helping, either.
After a moment, he realizes himself and quickly looks away. His pale complexion betrays the flush in his cheeks.]
Trahearne's right. I'd hate to have you catch cold.
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And the fight had just been getting quite heated, too— quite literally so, given Diluc's resonance with Pyro.
Luckily, Ori is able to return them to the shelter of her home with a quick teleportation spell before the weather worsens even further, though it effectively puts an early end to the three's intentions for the day. With a sigh, she props her staff against the wall and then finally looks down at herself, at long brown hair and the fabric of her dress alike flush against her skin and hugging every curve and contour of her body and leaving very little to anyone's imagination, least of all Diluc's and Trahearne's. ]
Oh...
[ She realizes all too late, it seems, and she chuckles a bit bashfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. ]
Sorry. I didn't realize. I should change, shouldn't I?
[ Although... they are both Looking at her. ]
...Or maybe... not?
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They're lucky Ori had a teleportation spell to get them out of the rain quickly. Even though Trahearne dries pretty quickly, and the rain doesn't bother him all that much, it still makes terrain unstable, makes other activities more dangerous. Especially what was meant to be a friendly spar. It's the right choice.
But now he finds himself standing in Ori's house, dripping water everywhere. As he moves, he feels droplets uncomfortably lodged between his skin and his "clothes." This won't do--they'll have to go.
At first, he moves to the hearth and starts carefully removing the leaves on his chest, tossing them into the flames as he does so. It's only when he hears Ori chuckle that he pauses and looks to her and, oh--
His eyes rake up her scarcely-concealed form. This is--well. Trahearne is not bothered. He has never thought of Ori naked before, but now that he sees her like that-- ]
You may fall ill if you keep that on. [ He says this nonchalantly as he turns back to the fire to carefully remove the rest of his shirt. ] You should remove it, at the very least.
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While Diluc is grateful that they had a quick means of getting out of the rain, he doesn't much appreciate the rapid shift from sparring in the open air to standing in Ori's home looking like a half-drowned cat. Excitement still runs in his veins, pumped by a still-slightly-rapid heartbeat even now as he peels off soaked layers and hangs them to dry. Coat, vest, and accessories all come off, leaving him in a shirt and trousers that cling to his skin as he shifts his focus to wringing out his hair.
Ori speaks up, and he immediately looks in her direction. Once he realizes the state she's in, his gaze lingers. That dress isn't covering much now that it's soaked through. He's always thought her to be a lovely woman, but he never wanted or intended to allow himself anything more than that idle thought. To see her like this in front of him is... ahem.
The leftover adrenaline from the sparring session certainly isn't helping, either.
After a moment, he realizes himself and quickly looks away. His pale complexion betrays the flush in his cheeks.]
Trahearne's right. I'd hate to have you catch cold.