too hot meme

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it's too fucking hot

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Prompts
01. I'm melting...
You're just outside. Ready to DIE. The air is hot, the sky is hot, you're hot, the grass is hot, even your sweat is hot. It's just. fucking. hot.

02. Fiery attitude
The heats gone up, and your patience is at rock bottom. You could say you're feeling a little hot headed. Anything pisses you off, and you're fine with expressing it.

03. Ice cream
What better way to cool off than with your favourite nightly desert. Maybe you'll have to chase down the ice cream man before you get it, though...

04. At the pool
Or, if ice cream doesn't suit your fancy, you can always take a dip in the pool; public, private, or maybe this isn't even your own pool. Whatever the reason, you just know you look sexy in this bathing suit.

05. Desert
It's not dessert. It's desert. It's hot, dry, sandy, and all sorts of things. Can you survive the weather?

06. Fuck. Clothes.
Ever get that feeling where it's just too hot to be dressed? Time to succumb.

07. It's all me
That hottie to your right? Definitely a steamy individual, almost uncomfortably so.

08. It's just you...
Feeling... feverish? Whatever the case, one of you is sick as a dog, and the temp is going up. At least you have a friend to help you out.

09. Party
Guys, it's great here, but I'm sweating balls. That or you could make fun of your buddy's stainage. Someone's having a little too much fun at the disco.

10. Free range, bro
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Hermione Granger | HP series | OTA

[braincandyheartstrings]

[magewarden]

"I'd call up a blizzard," Daylen says softly -- crouched in front of Hermione and concern pinching his features, "but I suspect that might be overkill, as they call it. Here." He holds a hand to a container of water, forces a little icy coldness into it and holds it out to her. "Best I can do, I'm afraid. It can't be far to this place now. Shall we press on in the hope of finding it, or would you prefer to find some shade for a little while?"

[braincandyheartstrings]

How in the name of Merlin's unwashed long johns can it be this bloody hot?

Hermione gratefully accepts the offered water, and it takes great effort to not just pour all of it down her parched throat. Instead she forces herself to just take one gulp of cool liquid into her mouth, and it isn't nearly enough but at least it's something.

"No, I want to find it."

She probably should say yes to finding some shade, but at times pride wins out over practicality and she doesn't want to seem weak. It's just weather for crying out loud.

Weather that... actually makes her drip.

[magewarden]

"As you say, my lady." Daylen inclines his head slightly -- pushes to his feet a little better and offers her a hand up. "Please, tell me if you need to stop. Your own health is of far greater value than whatever we find, and I think you would not be fond of the idea of my being forced to carry you from here if the heat takes you." He flicks an amused smile, glances out at the path ahead for a moment before holding out his hand a little more. "Please."

[braincandyheartstrings]

She smiles a little in return as she takes the offered hand to easier get to her feet.

"Hermione, please."

Not that it isn't nice it its own sort of way to be addressed as 'my lady', but for one she doesn't really feel like a lady right now with her clothing sticking awkwardly to her body and her hair a puffy cloud of frizz, and for another it makes her very unsure about how to address him.

"And you won't have to carry me. I promise."

[magewarden]

He helps her up easily, nodding slightly in acceptance and releasing her once she seems steady.

"Then we had best get moving, so as not to make a liar of you. It cannot be far now, and the sooner we find out destination the sooner we might rest in peace. Come, hopefully there will be some shade along the way."

[braincandyheartstrings]

Hermione most certainly hopes there will be shade on the way, but she is determined to make it even if there isn't, and thus starts walking at a steady pace. Not too fast, lest she exhaust herself too quickly, but not so slowly that it will take forever to get where they are going either.

"I suppose we mustn't let our expectations get too high."

The place has been abandoned for centuries after all. Whatever legend and history books say about it, it's probably rather far from the actual reality at this point.

Her comment isn't brought on by anything in particular, it just seemed about as worthwhile a conversational topic as anything, and she'd rather talk than just plod along in tortured silence while the sun slowly cooks her to death.

10-ish?

[shiro_megane_kun]

[And 7 because let's be honest, when does 7 not apply to Emma Watson]

"Do you need any help with your sunblock?"

It might take a moment for it to register, but the truth is, there isn't anyone else that the voice could be speaking to. With most everyone already diving into the sea, the only two present are Hermione and the bespectacled Japanese young man who, to all appearances, has his nose buried in a book as he sits in the shade on a beach towel. By process of elimination, unless one of her friends is using an invisibility cloak (and a levitating charm to keep their footprints from giving them away), there isn't anyone else but him who could have made the offer.

[braincandyheartstrings]

Hermione had indeed been trying to get sunblock onto those tricky spots on her back where she could never quite reach, but the question is still quite startling, coming as it is from someone she doesn't really know all that well.

She turns around, almost seeming to decide whether or not to be offended by the somewhat forward question.

"Pardon?"

[shiro_megane_kun]

This time, he lowered the book a little, glancing at Hermione over its brim.

"You need help with your sunblock." A fact. "There are spots you can't reach." Another fact. "Everyone else is down by the water, which leaves you and I. By process of elimination, if you require assistance with the sunblock..." He reached up, adjusting his glasses. Perhaps he had been a little too blunt. Well, if she stormed off, he'd just go back to his book, but the offer was on the table now.

"It seemed logical."