[Hunger comes for Nala near the late hours of the night almost as soon as her sense of direction returns. It leaves her restless, frustrated and pacing up and down the boarding house before she grabs her umbrella and takes leave for a walk.
She had just fed, in a way that should have kept her satiated for longer. But inhibition has ebbed under the rainstorm and all she wants to do now is indulge.
Dance in the rain, sing in the late hours of the dorm, even though she had been scolded for that in her past, climb into someone's room and sleep on top of them even though her form for it was completely inappropriate.
She's so lost in her thoughts that she almost doesn't notice there's someone else out here in this rain still]
[He's on his way out from the Witch's Lair and back towards the boarding house, collar of his coat drawn up against the wind. But only a few steps in, his steps falter with a strange lurch, as his touch is restored only for everything to fall completely dark.
Swearing under his breath at the shock of the cold in combination with the lack of space, his way forward is slower. When he hears the call of his name, his head raises, though doesn't face her properly.]
Nala? Aye, it's me -- though you've caught me a bit unawares at the moment.
I should be asking you that. [She closes the distance between them, linking their arms together with little ceremony as she holds the umbrella up. She may be reaching up a little higher to keep them both covered] You don't look so well.
A bit of a surprise, but he falls right into line with it. It's been a while since he had a woman on his arm. A quiet "thanks" is whispered as he hears the sound of the rain against something above him. An umbrella, maybe?]
Ah, nothing but bad fortune, don't worry. Fate just decided my eyes needed a break.
[That gives Nala room for pause and she laughs, light and airy. So Thancred does speak like this in reality. Good to know]
Oh, luck is it? [She smiles, even though he can't see it. Hunger gnaws at her] Mmmm, I feel like I got lucky myself to have such a handsome man land in my trap like this.
[ Nala, who spent most of her time sidestepping such flirtations in reality, looks confused herself. Was it such a strange thing for her to say? Not really. She had plenty of times she had flirted like this, but--]
I... don't know. Maybe I'm just too hungry to think straight. I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks.
[ Famished and needy; she can't quite place this lack of satisfaction at all]
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Week 4, Monday Night
She had just fed, in a way that should have kept her satiated for longer. But inhibition has ebbed under the rainstorm and all she wants to do now is indulge.
Dance in the rain, sing in the late hours of the dorm, even though she had been scolded for that in her past, climb into someone's room and sleep on top of them even though her form for it was completely inappropriate.
She's so lost in her thoughts that she almost doesn't notice there's someone else out here in this rain still]
Thancred. Is that you?
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Swearing under his breath at the shock of the cold in combination with the lack of space, his way forward is slower. When he hears the call of his name, his head raises, though doesn't face her properly.]
Nala? Aye, it's me -- though you've caught me a bit unawares at the moment.
Is everything alright?
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A bit of a surprise, but he falls right into line with it. It's been a while since he had a woman on his arm. A quiet "thanks" is whispered as he hears the sound of the rain against something above him. An umbrella, maybe?]
Ah, nothing but bad fortune, don't worry. Fate just decided my eyes needed a break.
What a lucky man I was to come across you.
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Oh, luck is it? [She smiles, even though he can't see it. Hunger gnaws at her] Mmmm, I feel like I got lucky myself to have such a handsome man land in my trap like this.
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Though he chuckles, the energy is far more muted than the warmth and wildness of his dreams.]
A trap for me to bask in your compliments, none the wiser and unable to reciprocate? Here I might start to worry.
[A beat, and his voice softens slightly.]
Really, though. Are you feeling alright? You've never been one to flirt so brashly with me.
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I... don't know. Maybe I'm just too hungry to think straight. I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks.
[ Famished and needy; she can't quite place this lack of satisfaction at all]
Do you find it that odd?