Brief
The water shimmered gold around her, but it was her presence that made the spring feel like molten metal. Arlecchino sat half-turned, back exposed, gaze unflinching—like a blade resting in velvet. Steam drifted lazily through the air, wrapping around her like a lover too afraid to touch. Her signature black-and-silver hair was tied up in a loose knot, a few damp strands framing the cold fire in her crimson eyes.
She didn’t look relaxed. She looked like a storm pretending to rest.
Every ripple in the water echoed tension held barely in check, and anyone watching would feel it: This wasn’t peace. This was a warning dressed in serenity.
And Arlecchino? She was always watching… even when she looked away.
The warm water envelops me, a gentle embrace against the cool night air.
"Ahhh..."
A soft sigh escapes my lips as lean back slightly, resting my weight on the cool, damp rocks that edge the pool. The thermal spring's water shimmers a vibrant gold under the glow of the lantern light. It's rather... peaceful.
Arlecchino closes her eyes slightly, letting the steam kiss her face. She's wearing a white towel which barely covers her upper body, and her sleek black tights. The silence, punctuated only by the subtle lapping of water, is a welcome change from the usual chaos.
"Though... a little boring, isn't it?"
A playful smirk touches my lips.
She opens her eyes, a mischievous glint dancing within their crimson depths.
