#nanielle

Traditional Art - Commissioned Painting - Watercolors & Pastel Pencils

Characters: Thranduil from The Hobbit and OC Nänielle by @anilynsworld

Moaning filled the dimly lit room.

“Oh god, so good,” Nani whined out breathlessly. “Yeah put it in my mouth.” Another long, drawn out moan was given and Aarik stood there frozen in the house. What had he just walked in on? His heart thudded in his chest and he strained to listen. His mind had to be playing tricks on him, he did NOT just walk in on Nani having sex with someone. He was supposed to come and ask to watch her spar, but now he was instantly regretting that choice.

Aiden’s voice soon piped up. “Do you want more?” he chuckled.

“Don’t tease me, give it to me Aiden,” she hissed.

“You’re so greedy, I like it.”

Aarik let out a gag and turned to run out the door, slamming it behind him.

“What was that?” Nani asked as Aiden stuck his finger in the bowl to lick another glob of chocolate syrup off it from the remainder of the ice cream. “I told you I don’t like it when you stick your damn fingers in it!” She yelled and smacked his hand like a mother doing so to her child.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗 - He can definitely appreciate Nan’s looks. I mean... have you seen her? Though she’s intimidating.(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗 - She scares him and yet she’s friendly. It’s a vicious cycle.(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 - I feel like that would be amazing and terrifying for him. Confusing huh?(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 - He wouldn’t last in a relationship with her. He’d either bore her or wouldn’t be able to keep up.(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute |Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious| Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest| Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious |Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

“Nani is different. She kind of makes me uncomfortable sometimes with how she pretends to flirt with me. I didn’t know her too well, but she is nice. She’s just…passionate about fighting. Which there isn’t anything wrong with that I guess. She has some nice tattoos and she’s funny from what I’ve seen- besides all the fighting.”

Aarik slowly turned his gaze to Nan and stared at her for a moment. His eye was already swollen and starting to bruise, his face was also caked in dried blood from a cut near the top of his head, his cheek, and his swollen lip. He was seriously debating on questioning the woman’s sanity, but he really didn’t want to get pummeled again. Seriously though, what did that girl take to be so strong? Her fists were like steel slamming against glass and his face was definitely the latter.

“I really wouldn’t call that just a punch,” he carefully said. “Besides, I told you I don’t like blood. I think I’ll pass on the next one.”

Nanielle had been guiding Aubrey throughout the City, the combatant’s eyes scanning the area and turning every which direction that would lead them to the tavern so that they could get a few drinks. It was when a random Worgen had rushed passed the pair with enough speed to startle the Priest that she stumbled over into Nanielle and, out of reflex, reached for her hand to hold it tight. 

The only person the novice Monk was used to holding the hand of was Rose, though it wasn’t as if she minded the fact that Bree had been. “You alright there, litte dove?” She hums out, her head turning and gaze lowering to peer at the brunette with a brow raised. 

“Hnn.. Y-Yes! I am great!” She suddenly chimes out, though she still hadn’t let go of the ebony haired brawler’s hand. No matter, Nanielle just kept making her way through the streets until they finally arrived at the pub of her choosing. “Watch your step.” She hums out before pulling her hand from Bree’s to instead wrap her arm about her waist, pulling her in close to her side. “Who am I kidding, I’ll have to escort you to our table if I want to make sure you don’t fall.”

An assortment of annoyed and pained groans filled Quin’s apartment given how sick Nanielle had gotten, the flu that took over her body doing well to hold her hostage within it’s company. It was frustrating, really, especially since all she wanted to do was just train and punch things. 

She could punch Quin, but she wouldn’t dare, at least not till she was better and because he was already taking care of her until she overcame her illness. Huffing in annoyance she looks over to her brother who was rummaging throughout the kitchen, and had she the ability to smell properly, would be aware that he was making soup. 

“Quin, hey Quin!” Nani calls out, and once he made his way over, just grinned. “I heard you’ve got yourself a pretty dame, care to elaborate? It’s my dying wish.” She tells him before suddenly her grin turned into a frown once he just sighed and walked away. 

It wasn’t as though it was anything new, Rose wanting to hold the combatant’s hand when they were together. It was either that, lots of hugs, sitting next to each other, or all the the above. No one could avoid the affection that she showed once you were deemed worthy of her attention. 

Not that it was a bad thing, of course. 

Given she was used to it, Nani just interlocked her finger’s with Rose’s as they ventured through the City, the novice Monk’s eyes scanning the various inhabitants thoroughly as if she was looking for someone in particular, or at the very least, fit her standards. 

“We’re going to find someone eligible to prove that you’re not allergic to kissing, okay?” The ebony haired brawler chimes out to Rose, giving her hand a little squeeze. “Just don’t tell Kor.”