<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat boots, black jeans and a grey tank top<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute > Ksenia's bedroom (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/7d/cb/787dcb1ff80a84505f0c136a0270f365.jpg) to the bathroom (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/9d/05/009d0502597faa4e2174bbdd472ecece.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>July 6, almost lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Decompressing... sort of<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah | Closed<hr/>Ksenia didn't really take showers in order to unwind and relax. So when Delilah stepped into the bathroom as the Shadowhunter proceeded to remove her combat boots, she was certain the other woman would be out in only two minutes flat. However, the thrum of the shower pulsing down filled her ears like a distant buzz for what felt like a while. Ksenia felt a twinge of concern creep up through her chest as she sat at the edge of the bed and stared towards the closed bathroom door, but eventually figured Delilah had a very rough start to her time at the Institute. She probably wanted to unwind doing something decidedly, well,<em>mundie</em>.<br/><br/>In the time Delilah spent showering, Ksenia removed her socks and somewhat unceremoniously pulled out the band holding her hair back up in a high, tight pony tail for practicality during her day-long vigil in the infirmary. Her stormy eyes canted to the sandwiches she brought into the room which prompted her stomach to gurgle hungrily but she wanted to do the polite thing and wait despite how ravenous she was beginning to feel all of a sudden. She pushed off the edge of the bed and walked around to the nightstand where she dropped her hair tie into the top drawer, then surged her fingers up her temples and along the crown of her head all the way down to her nap. A low sigh escaped Kay's lips as she massaged out the tension under her wild, long mane. Like Lydia observed, there was still some vampire ash caught up in her hair and she grimaced as she felt the sandy texture. Then, she finally heard the shower stop coupled by the tell-tale plod of feet on the tile.<br/><br/>A smirk flicked up when the brunette came out. "Those clothes look good on you," commented Ksenia, who was sincerely glad her wardrobe could get some use being shared. "Nah, warlocks can do magic," she explained with a chuckle, "so that's just magical plumbing. Our Institute Head had all the amenities caught up to this century like a decade ago."<br/><br/>Looking back to the open bathroom door, Ksenia wasted no time in peeling off her grey tank top. She crossed her arms to her hem and pulled up with on swift movement that left her fit upper body bare besides a wide sports bra - again, fashion was hardly her forte. Tousling her hair once more, the Shadowhunter strode past Delilah and into the threshold.<br/><br/>"I'm going to grab a shower. You're probably starving so go ahead and start eating without me!" The words trailed off as she disappeared behind the door which didn't quite latch in her wake. Ksenia removed the rest of her clothes and consigned them to the counter, then hopped into the shower for a regimented two-minute cleanse. She paused nude in front of the wide circular mirror to catch a glimpse of the myriad more sigils in various shades of black to grey in defined spots on her body, then wrung her inked hand to scrunch her hair into a state of dampness that accentuated her natural waves. A moment later she strode out with her dirty clothes tucked under her arm wearing only a white towel. She made a detour at the closet to drop her clothes in the lidded wicker hamper and then joined Delilah.<br/><br/>"So, do you feel any better about... everything? I know it's a lot to take in." Ksenia asked as she took a seat on the chaise.