06-21-2018, 05:39 PM
She feels lost among the labyrinth of faces. Although she knows that they aren't, she feels as if every eye was upon her - Sebastian's name a whisper upon their lips. Downing her wine in one giant gulp she absently reached for another, flinching away when her hand gently nudges an elbow. Apologetically she turns to offer a smile in the stranger's direction only to be greeted by his identical expression. Drink in hand it is immediately clear that he is the friendly type and, as he speaks, her saphire blue eyes search his face for any memory of a previous acquaintance. His name escapes her and, rather than risk seeming rude, she decides to play along for a moment.
"I wouldn't know," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "I'm not usually one for big parties like these..."
Her voice trails off as an energetic red head boldly meets her eye as he strode confidently toward her. Playfully he elbows the first man in the ribs, his tone joking and suggestive. Nymf's nerves spike and she glances around them in search of another drink. It didnt matter the type of the strength, she just needed something to still her nerves.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she cast her eyes downward, unsure how to respond to the red head's insinuated invitation. All around her elderly board members and painfully unfamiliar faces swarmed, all those who had know Seb well. The grief hidden behind their gazes was more than she cared endure.
Finally allotted a moment to snatch a drink, her grip tightened around the spindly neck of a champagne glass. Sipping it in a more 'ladylike' fashion, she decided to follow the young, lanky man up a flight of stars. Up on the second floor she was greeted by the sight of a younger crowd gathered beside a lit pool. The water looked devine and Nymf regretted having not known of a more casual option.
Standing about she sipped her drink, suddenly even more uncomfortable than she had been before. Parting ways with the googly eyed ginger she sashayed over to an empty chair and sat herself within. From her spot a familiar figure caught her attention...Wishbone?
"Oh god," she muttered under her breath. Her old boss.
After Seb's death she had requested a particularly long leave of absence as a secretary for the Leviathans. After it had ended she never returned to work, her depression making it nearly impossible to leave her bed...and there had been no possible way to explain her miscarriage. Not after asking so much of her already. Hiding herself behind her wine glass she hoped to escape Wishbone's notice, glad when a handy man quickly moves to snatch her attention.
Safe, Nymf continued to work on her drink, already disappointed to see it disappearing too quickly.
OOC: Phone post. Sorry
"I wouldn't know," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "I'm not usually one for big parties like these..."
Her voice trails off as an energetic red head boldly meets her eye as he strode confidently toward her. Playfully he elbows the first man in the ribs, his tone joking and suggestive. Nymf's nerves spike and she glances around them in search of another drink. It didnt matter the type of the strength, she just needed something to still her nerves.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she cast her eyes downward, unsure how to respond to the red head's insinuated invitation. All around her elderly board members and painfully unfamiliar faces swarmed, all those who had know Seb well. The grief hidden behind their gazes was more than she cared endure.
Finally allotted a moment to snatch a drink, her grip tightened around the spindly neck of a champagne glass. Sipping it in a more 'ladylike' fashion, she decided to follow the young, lanky man up a flight of stars. Up on the second floor she was greeted by the sight of a younger crowd gathered beside a lit pool. The water looked devine and Nymf regretted having not known of a more casual option.
Standing about she sipped her drink, suddenly even more uncomfortable than she had been before. Parting ways with the googly eyed ginger she sashayed over to an empty chair and sat herself within. From her spot a familiar figure caught her attention...Wishbone?
"Oh god," she muttered under her breath. Her old boss.
After Seb's death she had requested a particularly long leave of absence as a secretary for the Leviathans. After it had ended she never returned to work, her depression making it nearly impossible to leave her bed...and there had been no possible way to explain her miscarriage. Not after asking so much of her already. Hiding herself behind her wine glass she hoped to escape Wishbone's notice, glad when a handy man quickly moves to snatch her attention.
Safe, Nymf continued to work on her drink, already disappointed to see it disappearing too quickly.
OOC: Phone post. Sorry