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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 4:58 pm
 Nimue held a hot cup of coco in their claws, body leaned nervously against the nearest wall as they watched the world around them with a tiny frown. They hid behind their curtain of hair, tiny body pressed flat against the wall as if their life depended on it. Which, to them, it did. The crowd and sounds were just too much, and Nimue had begun to wonder why they even came. They much rather be in their room, working on their projects and forgetting the world around them. But no, Nimue had the idea to attend the event, having thought to themselves that they might as well see what the big fuss was about.
The Imp wasn't really watching the crowd, instead sipping nervously form their cup and using their tail to curl around their body as a make-shift barrier. Perhaps they should have been keeping an eye out, but Nimue was far more interested in pretending to be a statue at the moment, apparently.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 6:19 pm
Gadriel was a little lost himself as to why he'd come to this festival in the first place. Part of it was the allure of the Daydreams and the unknown that followed them. Another part of him was the thought that he could have been here with someone else until recently. It was supposed to be a jolly holiday anyway, he was hoping being surrounded by all the cheer would elevate his mood. Well, it hasn't been working out all that great so far.
He was mostly just aimlessly wandering around, saying hi to those he knew from Leviathan along the way. As he was wandering he could hear the sound of carolers approaching around the same time he noticed a vibrant character that was trying to be the smallest wall flower. He couldn't exactly what attracted him to the Imp across the crowd, but the fact that more and more people were crowding around the carolers, and in turn the wall flower, had him squeezing his way through the crowd toward the Imp.
Just was he was getting closer, someone bumped into him. And with a little yelp of surprise he toppled forward. Thanks to his rather impressive height he was able to catch himself with just his one hand. But than hand, was awfully close to that Imp's shoulder and Gadriel was practically looming over the fellow.
"Ah ha. Sorry about that, these crowds sure are--" He was cut off by yet another nightmare trying to maneuver around him. He was pushed forward this time enough to brush against the Imp hot cocoa mug, spilling it on both of them. He was never going to live this day down for the rest of his life ever. "I. Am. So. Sorry. Please, let me help you clean up." He'd be lucky if the adorable Imp didn't run away screaming....
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 7:21 pm
Nimue hadn't noticed someone making their way straight to them, instead just staring into their mug as if it was the last thing they'd ever see. And maybe it was if these people didn't back off! Suddenly, a shadow cast over them, head snapping up and mouth letting out a quick and soft squeak as a stranger seemed to almost fall on them, instead catching themselves and effectively trapping the little Imp.
There wasn't even enough time for Nimue to stutter a response as the much taller Nightmare seemed to begin apologizing, instead jumping as steaming hot hot cocoa found its way of their mug and onto the both of them. Nimue yelped, dropping the mug in shock before immediately realizing their mistake as the rest of the liquid hit their legs, causing another squeak. Oh, oh nine that hurt! Nimue now not only had a very tall man looming over them, but also scalding hot cocoa over their legs! Oh nine, and the other was still there. Great. Great, now Nimue was making a fool of themselves!
"No it's ok– are you ok– I'm s-sorry!" And there went the stammering! They had begun shifting foot to foot as their legs burned, hands fumbling to try and use their shirt to help maybe dry of Gadriel's soaked clothes (which probably looked ridiculous). They realized too late they were just too small to have their shirt be any use, cheeks flushing as they leaned back into the wall and wrung their claws together, legs still shifting.
Leopleuradon Watch Nimue elegantly become super embarrassing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 11:49 am
Gadriel will admit he tried to catch that falling mug, but alas it fell, spilling the rest of it's contends onto their legs, well mostly the Imps. He felt a bit splash onto his legs, but it didn't hurt that much with his fur and hooves being fairly tough. The wallflower on the other hand didn't seem to be having all that pleasant of a time at all. Oh, this had probably been a huge mistake, but before he knew it they were actually apologizing to him!
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about. Here, let's get you out of this crowd and try to do something about that cocoa. He held his hand out for the other to hold. "I'll get use out of here in no time." He smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly. He wasn't sure what he was doing anymore. But, the least he could do was help to clean up the mess that he had made.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 1:36 pm
Nimue was so beyond embarrassed, cheeks heating up a new color as they seemed to try and wring their own hands off. They didn't really hear the other, too mortified to process anything the poor man had said. That is, until a hand extended, causing the frazzled Imp to jump and flick their eyes (not that the other could see!) up. Wait, what? What had they said? Something about helping Nimue out of the crowd? Their head lowered to view the hand, their own wringing together. Nimue had no hopes of getting out of this crowd until after the party died down. They were just too wee! People didn't make way for them! But this man seemed, well, tall, and almost powerful in little Nimue's eyes. They could help them, maybe. Hopefully.
"O-oh. Thank you." Nimue whispered, almost inaudible around the crowd as they delicately placed a hand in the others, putting, for once, their trust in another. If the crowd hadn't been there they would have refused, but oh nine they really wanted to get out of here!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 10:35 am
Gadriel wasn't sure if they would let him help at all, he was sort of the cause of all the other's problems after all. Well, in one way anyway. If nightmares hadn't bumped into him like that he'd have just been able to very a regular conversation with the wallflower. But no, apparently they hadn't know how to get though a crowd without pushing others. Rude much.
When they placed their hand into his Gadriel couldn't help but blush a bit. And he had been the one to offer! Goodness, he just had to hold his hand in order to lead him out of the crowd. Don't read too much into it Gadriel. "No problem." He gave that little hand a squeeze and then started to make his way through the crowd. He kept the wall flower behind him, not letting anyone separate the two of them has he pardoned his way through the crowd, most of them were singing along with the carolers now.
Before long the crowd start to thin out and then they were pretty much out of it all together. Back into just the usual traffic involved with this sort of festival. He quickly lead them over to a food booth where he asked for some papertowels and handed a bunch of them to the small Imp.
"We could head to the bathroom too...if you think that would help?" He used his height to look over the crowd for the sign of where the bathrooms might be. He dabbed at the mess on his own sweater as well, it wasn't all that bad. Surely after going though the wash the stain would come out. "The name's Gadriel by the way. So sorry for bumping into you back there. This crowd is...insane."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 2:01 pm
Nimue couldn't help but flush a darker color at the hand squeeze, using their free hand to scoop their hair up in hopes of lessening the chance of getting tangled in the crowd. As the larger man helped them press through the crowd the small Imp seemed to pull into themselves, anxiety rising with each brush against another's shoulder or close encounter. By the time the crowd had thinned out they had squirmed closer to their companion, hoping to use their size to hide. They were partially relieved when they reached the food court and their hand was released, eagerly accepting the paper towels.
"Thank you..." They trailed off, giving a soft and hesitant smile before dabbing at their legs first, moving up to their skirt and sweater as they listened to the other man. Gadriel? What a nice name. Strong, even. Was it true that names shaped a person? If so, why couldn't Nimue have a bolder, bigger, powerful name? They felt so small, and their name reflected the tiny space that was Nimue. Oh... this wasn't time to reflect and complain! They were being spoken to!
"O-Oh, um, yes, we should go to the bathroom... I'm Nimue." They whispered, finally done with the paper towels and toddling to the nearest trashcan to throw them away, making their way back to Gadriel. Their hands rose, claws wringing together as they shook their head, ears flicking gently. No, no, it was okay! Sure, the entire fiasco had hurt, but it ended with Nimue being rescued from the crowd. It actually... wasn't bad that Gadriel had appeared. A faint smile touched Nimue's features as they look up at the other man, hair slipping barely enough for a peek of yellow to be observed from under the curtain of hair, presumably a glimpse of their eyes.
"It's okay.... I-I wouldn't have gotten away from there without you.... thank you, Gadriel."
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