Post by Ra-Aqikha on Apr 16, 2007 12:20:18 GMT -5
Water.
The giver, the cause of all life. It helps things grow, it controls the way the world works from the icy Himalayas to the barren Sahara.
And, as Ra is demonstrating with his friend, it keeps you squeeky clean.
"No way...jeez man thats hard luck!"
The bath, a large, sumptously expensive pool made from marble and silver is filled with warm water, turned cloudy with strange salts and foreign oils
meant to clean the body and leaving it smelling of flowers. From the milky depths rise to bodies, leaning on the ornate edges, there torsos bare and shimmering, the other slaves knee also out of the water like some island in the sea.
"Tell me about it. It clashes with everything!"
They are, of course, naked. The opaque water hiding there bodies from any intruders, as well as each other, although the fact that each has a hand on the others thigh seems to show that they really wouldn't care. Ra normally hated baths. He hated how his hair went limp and hung over his eyes, how he had to make sure he had everything ready so he didn't run around the palace naked and wet. But, sitting there in the warm waters, gently lapping against his body, talking with one of his dancing partners about how some clients just don't understand how colours and fabrics go together.
"..at least your wearing stuff! I once had this guy...seriously...i could fit the costume on my finger!"
The both laugh and playfully nuzzle one another, lounging across one anothers naked bodies as a small ornamental boat floats by them, a jar of oil on it's deck. The other slave, a ferociously handsome youth, more muscular and angular than Ra, his brown hair falling about his shoulders, the first signs of manly stubble on his chin. Ra giggles and swipes the jar from the boat, pouring it onto his own arms, smoothing it across his skin, giving it a pearlescent shimmer. He turns to his friend and pours it across his collarbone, massaging it into the other slaves chest. They nuzzle again.
Ra felt happy for the first time in a while. He was relaxing with someone he considered a great friend, not being oggled by some pervert or groped by some guard.
He sighed and moved behind the other dancer, taking a comb of ivory and brushing his hair. He was new, and Ra felt sorry for him. To have your first master in a place like this, that was a tough break for sure.
The giver, the cause of all life. It helps things grow, it controls the way the world works from the icy Himalayas to the barren Sahara.
And, as Ra is demonstrating with his friend, it keeps you squeeky clean.
"No way...jeez man thats hard luck!"
The bath, a large, sumptously expensive pool made from marble and silver is filled with warm water, turned cloudy with strange salts and foreign oils
meant to clean the body and leaving it smelling of flowers. From the milky depths rise to bodies, leaning on the ornate edges, there torsos bare and shimmering, the other slaves knee also out of the water like some island in the sea.
"Tell me about it. It clashes with everything!"
They are, of course, naked. The opaque water hiding there bodies from any intruders, as well as each other, although the fact that each has a hand on the others thigh seems to show that they really wouldn't care. Ra normally hated baths. He hated how his hair went limp and hung over his eyes, how he had to make sure he had everything ready so he didn't run around the palace naked and wet. But, sitting there in the warm waters, gently lapping against his body, talking with one of his dancing partners about how some clients just don't understand how colours and fabrics go together.
"..at least your wearing stuff! I once had this guy...seriously...i could fit the costume on my finger!"
The both laugh and playfully nuzzle one another, lounging across one anothers naked bodies as a small ornamental boat floats by them, a jar of oil on it's deck. The other slave, a ferociously handsome youth, more muscular and angular than Ra, his brown hair falling about his shoulders, the first signs of manly stubble on his chin. Ra giggles and swipes the jar from the boat, pouring it onto his own arms, smoothing it across his skin, giving it a pearlescent shimmer. He turns to his friend and pours it across his collarbone, massaging it into the other slaves chest. They nuzzle again.
Ra felt happy for the first time in a while. He was relaxing with someone he considered a great friend, not being oggled by some pervert or groped by some guard.
He sighed and moved behind the other dancer, taking a comb of ivory and brushing his hair. He was new, and Ra felt sorry for him. To have your first master in a place like this, that was a tough break for sure.