Hadrian Invicta
Dec 24th, 2002, 09:59:42 AM
Hadrian did not often sleep indoors, in fact he could more than likely count the times he had on one hand, since he was given the charge of tending to his father's flocks. He had been nomadic, he was excellent at finding a nice safe place to bed down and sleep, but it was always out in the open, under the stars and the moons.
But this, the sleeping chambers of the GJO, was something else entirely. For starters, a bed, Hadrian was not used to sleeping on anything other than his trusty mat and a rolled up cloak. Then ther was a cieling, another odd thing when you were used to being at the mercy of the elements.
There were blankets as well, not tired weathered wool rugs, but actual sheets of fine clothe, warm fluffy quilts and dawn filled pillows. A pillow! Hadrian could hardly contain his smile, he'd not put his head on a soft pillow in quite sometime.
But all the bed dressings and finerys could not compare to what else he found in his quarters, a shower. After spending the last 5 years bathing in a cold creek or river each night, nothing could compare to the sheer pleasure he would recieve taking a nice hot shower. Unaware if he'd left the door open or closed (yes he was raised in a barn) he immediately began to strip his clothes off, his tattered belongings fell carelessely to the floor in a heap and he darted his nude body into the bathroom, where he had started the shower and turned the water up a bit too warm.
"Aiieeee!!!!" He squealled as he foolishly leapt into the shower before testing the heat of the water, it nearly scalded his dark tanned skin. Eventually after getting over the shock of being nearly boiled, he turned the water to a comfortable temperature and allowed it to pour over his taut muscles. The tension in his body seemed to ooze off of him as the water cleaned his skin. He washed his arms, he washed his legs, he washed his chest his back, his hair, he washed ever part of his body and some parts twice. He stood with his back exposed to the warm water and his forearm against he shower in the wall, his head leaned against his arm and he closed his eyes. It was magnificent.
Slowly he got out of the shower and dried himself off, even the towels were soft! He did nothing with his hair, he never did, it was clean but unkept. He shaved his face and splashed some aftershave on, as he walked out into his room, he noticed he had indeed left the door open, so he wrapped a towel around him and walked nonchalantly to the door to close it. As he walked away he gathered his clothing and he threw it in a laundry basket, he'd wash his clothes before he wore them again.
I needed this... the weary shepherd thought to himself as he laid on his bed in his towel, resting his head on a fluffy pillow.
But this, the sleeping chambers of the GJO, was something else entirely. For starters, a bed, Hadrian was not used to sleeping on anything other than his trusty mat and a rolled up cloak. Then ther was a cieling, another odd thing when you were used to being at the mercy of the elements.
There were blankets as well, not tired weathered wool rugs, but actual sheets of fine clothe, warm fluffy quilts and dawn filled pillows. A pillow! Hadrian could hardly contain his smile, he'd not put his head on a soft pillow in quite sometime.
But all the bed dressings and finerys could not compare to what else he found in his quarters, a shower. After spending the last 5 years bathing in a cold creek or river each night, nothing could compare to the sheer pleasure he would recieve taking a nice hot shower. Unaware if he'd left the door open or closed (yes he was raised in a barn) he immediately began to strip his clothes off, his tattered belongings fell carelessely to the floor in a heap and he darted his nude body into the bathroom, where he had started the shower and turned the water up a bit too warm.
"Aiieeee!!!!" He squealled as he foolishly leapt into the shower before testing the heat of the water, it nearly scalded his dark tanned skin. Eventually after getting over the shock of being nearly boiled, he turned the water to a comfortable temperature and allowed it to pour over his taut muscles. The tension in his body seemed to ooze off of him as the water cleaned his skin. He washed his arms, he washed his legs, he washed his chest his back, his hair, he washed ever part of his body and some parts twice. He stood with his back exposed to the warm water and his forearm against he shower in the wall, his head leaned against his arm and he closed his eyes. It was magnificent.
Slowly he got out of the shower and dried himself off, even the towels were soft! He did nothing with his hair, he never did, it was clean but unkept. He shaved his face and splashed some aftershave on, as he walked out into his room, he noticed he had indeed left the door open, so he wrapped a towel around him and walked nonchalantly to the door to close it. As he walked away he gathered his clothing and he threw it in a laundry basket, he'd wash his clothes before he wore them again.
I needed this... the weary shepherd thought to himself as he laid on his bed in his towel, resting his head on a fluffy pillow.