Path of the Necromancer - FACTION WARS

Chapter 4.2 - Ian

Once he left the pink haired Asian to her thoughts, Ian made for the running shower in his ensuite. He was aware any dalliance on his part would lead to retribution from his otherworldly lover. While the bathroom itself wasn't large, the entire space was dominated by the double bath jacuzzi, accentuated by multiple nozzles of the shower system. It was definitely one of the better features of his place. Again the notion of a larger apartment flitted through his mind. That thought was then promptly sucker punched into oblivion at the sight of a soaping... Eris?

"For the love of- really?" Ian despaired. "She's in the other room!"

"Is that your way of saying I should go join her?" Ember teased.

Ian simply groaned, climbed into the spray with the two women, and started washing. It was a lost cause. Seizing upon the moment he stepped into Eris's personal space. "How are you finding things?" He rumbled into her neck

A shiver ran through the Lich, one that had nothing to do with the water temperature. "Finding things?" She frowned.

"Yeah. Being here, with us." He clarified.

"Oh; well, there's a lot to discover." It was hard to miss her poignant glower at Ember, who was busy building a lather in her hair. "But I'm liking figuring out how you think."

With a thoughtful hum, "What's been your favourite discovery so far?" He inquired.

"So far my favourite is your attitude to life." Eris answered after a moment.

"His 'fuck it' style?" Ember's innuendo was hardly concealed.

Eris, drinking in the sight of Ian's shallow triangular frame slathered in body butter, blushed. "Yeah."

"I firmly believe that the mindset people approach issues with, is half the solution to the issue itself." The sobriety of Ian's statement caught them both off-guard. A quiet moment where only the spray intruded.

"I would agree with that wholeheartedly," Eris smiled tenderly.

"I'm glad we have a similar outlook," He admitted while teasing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"It certainly makes life easier," Eris beamed.

"No kiddin'," Ember rounded off - shoving Ian out from under the spray - adding with a wink. "Imagine if he had a negative outlook?"

"He would be far less attractive, it must be said," Eris entered into the teasing.

"Wait, are you saying you're not with me for my looks?" Ian grinned.

"Looks fade." Eris said adamantly. "It's what's on the inside that creates a lasting connection."

A wistful look slipped away under the spray while Ian squeezed the Lich.

"There you go again with that dirty talk," Ian grinned.

"Smart brain." She wriggled into his arms. "Not just a pretty face eh?"

"Well, I wouldn't go so far as 'pretty.'"

Ember smacked him for that - so did Eris. "Hey!"

Real cleanliness continued... but was interrupted regularly with a stolen kiss, wandering hand - or tail - and the general playfulness of people both being young and alive. The trio dressed and dried before returning to the kitchen, where an amused Grim and Dani greeted them with brunch.

Taking a sandwich wrapped in the moniker of a local deli, Ian felt his own creeping blush rise as Dani shot furtive glances between him, and his two glowing shower companions. Small talk surrounded the compact table, only stagnating somewhat when Mei emerged from the bathroom. Her arrival, amid a flow of steam and scented soaps, was hesitant. So Ian Willed her a sandwich. Eris and Scraps, playing host to Grim, vacated their seats to allow the Faction Champions some time to talk. Ember simply nudged the empty chair with a disinterested grunt.