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who; EnmaDaiOh & Open!
where; The beach!
when; Say the late morning, early afternoon.
rating; Let's start out with PG and go from there.
warnings; P-possible.. cursing? Enma avoids it, but others might..
summary; Enma's arrival! He's kind of like a kid in a candy-store right now.
.. Oh. Oh, he just knew his servants would be furious, he knew that they'd fuss and fuss for ages about taking such a risk with his person, but-- why not? It was right there, and there was obviously something different about it, and curiousity had always been one of his most damning traits. The door to his chambers, he knew it no longer led into his rooms at all. On the other hand, where it would send him.. well, that was what was so exciting about it, wasn't it?
Delicate fingertips resting against his mouth in momentary indecision, perfectly-shaped lips curled beneath them, and he reached out-- opened it-- and stepped through.
A warm, salt-scented breeze hit him immediately, the sound of waves rolling and crashing, the flavour of sunlight.. EnmaDaiOh opened his eyes, greeted with the ocean. The ocean, all its dizzying blues and greens and foam-capped white. The sky was so blue, and there was a long stretch of white sand beneath his slipper-lad feet. .. His retainers really were going to be scandalized when he finally returned home. They would find sand in his clothing and his porcelain-white skin might actually have colour to it. He couldn't even imagine. His memories of being human were so faded, so ancient.. he couldn't remember what sunburn was like, or how it had been to swim in the sea--
So much he couldn't remember. So much that he could no longer do. The King of Hell had duties, responsibilities-- He needed to return home to Meifu. He couldn't stay. He--
A glance, then, toward the door, still open and revealing the long hallway that led away from his rooms, the marble and heavy fabric hanging on the walls, the candles lit everywhere. That was where he belonged.
With one long-fingered hand, he shut the door, and watched it disappear.
For a moment, then, he was quiet, staring at the space it had been. Slowly, a smile began to curve across his lips, and he managed to startle himself with sudden, breathy, shocked laughter. He stripped himself out of the heavy formal robes in record time, leaving himself in simple, sheer white undertunic and pants; the slippers came off, the ornaments were stripped from his long hair.. and with no further ado, he stepped into the water, crouching to dip his hands in. It was glorious, the sticky salt-water damp, sand everywhere..
He didn't think he'd actually been this happy in centuries.
where; The beach!
when; Say the late morning, early afternoon.
rating; Let's start out with PG and go from there.
warnings; P-possible.. cursing? Enma avoids it, but others might..
summary; Enma's arrival! He's kind of like a kid in a candy-store right now.
.. Oh. Oh, he just knew his servants would be furious, he knew that they'd fuss and fuss for ages about taking such a risk with his person, but-- why not? It was right there, and there was obviously something different about it, and curiousity had always been one of his most damning traits. The door to his chambers, he knew it no longer led into his rooms at all. On the other hand, where it would send him.. well, that was what was so exciting about it, wasn't it?
Delicate fingertips resting against his mouth in momentary indecision, perfectly-shaped lips curled beneath them, and he reached out-- opened it-- and stepped through.
A warm, salt-scented breeze hit him immediately, the sound of waves rolling and crashing, the flavour of sunlight.. EnmaDaiOh opened his eyes, greeted with the ocean. The ocean, all its dizzying blues and greens and foam-capped white. The sky was so blue, and there was a long stretch of white sand beneath his slipper-lad feet. .. His retainers really were going to be scandalized when he finally returned home. They would find sand in his clothing and his porcelain-white skin might actually have colour to it. He couldn't even imagine. His memories of being human were so faded, so ancient.. he couldn't remember what sunburn was like, or how it had been to swim in the sea--
So much he couldn't remember. So much that he could no longer do. The King of Hell had duties, responsibilities-- He needed to return home to Meifu. He couldn't stay. He--
A glance, then, toward the door, still open and revealing the long hallway that led away from his rooms, the marble and heavy fabric hanging on the walls, the candles lit everywhere. That was where he belonged.
With one long-fingered hand, he shut the door, and watched it disappear.
For a moment, then, he was quiet, staring at the space it had been. Slowly, a smile began to curve across his lips, and he managed to startle himself with sudden, breathy, shocked laughter. He stripped himself out of the heavy formal robes in record time, leaving himself in simple, sheer white undertunic and pants; the slippers came off, the ornaments were stripped from his long hair.. and with no further ado, he stepped into the water, crouching to dip his hands in. It was glorious, the sticky salt-water damp, sand everywhere..
He didn't think he'd actually been this happy in centuries.