Wine would cover it, right?
D’ly stood bare in Vorsaile’s shower with her arms raised above her head. Held in her grasp was a large bottle of wine; the cork removed. She was stiff. Nervous. The unwelcome anticipation of the cool liquid prodded her mind.
Get it over with, you fool.
She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat.
With a sharp inhale through her nostrils she sharply turned the bottle over. Glug, glug, glug, out the contents went, pouring over her head and down her body.
Gods, it was cold.
Gods, she hated the cold.
Her ears flattened at the first touch of the liquid. Her body hunched as if somehow she could avoid the chill. She couldn’t.
What felt like bells of torture was merely a couple minutes before the last dribble of wine dripped onto her head. “…ah.†She gasped, eyes open as she stood there a moment in shock.
Did she really just do that?
She set the bottle down on the shower’s floor.
Would it work?
Hopefully her hair wouldn’t become purple…
A loud hisssss came from the shower-head as she turned the nozzle. Unlike the cold, the warmth of the water was welcomed as it both removed the chill and the color that the wine had lightly left on both her skin and hair.
Time ticked by. The shower had been turned off. The bottle had been removed from the floor and set on a counter. D’ly stood in the bathroom, towel wrapped around her torso as she lifted a lock of hair to get a better look of it’s color.
It still held a slight tint.
She frowned and left the bathroom in search for her cigarettes… or lavender perfume. Which she found first(hint, it was the lavender perfume).
…it would cover it, right?
D’ly stood bare in Vorsaile’s shower with her arms raised above her head. Held in her grasp was a large bottle of wine; the cork removed. She was stiff. Nervous. The unwelcome anticipation of the cool liquid prodded her mind.
Get it over with, you fool.
She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat.
With a sharp inhale through her nostrils she sharply turned the bottle over. Glug, glug, glug, out the contents went, pouring over her head and down her body.
Gods, it was cold.
Gods, she hated the cold.
Her ears flattened at the first touch of the liquid. Her body hunched as if somehow she could avoid the chill. She couldn’t.
What felt like bells of torture was merely a couple minutes before the last dribble of wine dripped onto her head. “…ah.†She gasped, eyes open as she stood there a moment in shock.
Did she really just do that?
She set the bottle down on the shower’s floor.
Would it work?
Hopefully her hair wouldn’t become purple…
A loud hisssss came from the shower-head as she turned the nozzle. Unlike the cold, the warmth of the water was welcomed as it both removed the chill and the color that the wine had lightly left on both her skin and hair.
Time ticked by. The shower had been turned off. The bottle had been removed from the floor and set on a counter. D’ly stood in the bathroom, towel wrapped around her torso as she lifted a lock of hair to get a better look of it’s color.
It still held a slight tint.
She frowned and left the bathroom in search for her cigarettes… or lavender perfume. Which she found first(hint, it was the lavender perfume).
…it would cover it, right?