NAOMI ♥ [059]
Who: Naomi and anyone!
Where: A popular Somni cafe
Style: Your choice!
Status: Open, open, open! I would be thrilled with new CR, but familiar faces are always welcome!
It had become quite the rarity for Naomi Javert to be seen socializing out and about in public at all in recent weeks, much less all by herself.
After a month-long nap courtesy of Somarium's own brand of strangeness, the usually sociable doctor had been startled to find the frosty chill in her fragile bones that had been lingering stubbornly for over two months still had yet to fade. It was true Naomi was well used to her on-and-off bouts of illness after having lived with her condition for so long, but never before had it hit her so hard and lasted so long. And while she hadn't dared to admit it aloud to herself or her unknowing husband, she found herself beginning to worry.
Perhaps she wouldn't recover fully this time. Maybe this new weakness was permanent.
It was a troubling thought that the beautiful woman was having difficulty pushing down. Which was precisely why Naomi was looking particularly distressed at her lonely little table inside of Somni's most popular cafe. Though she considered herself generally quite skilled in hiding her true emotions and whatever tumbling thoughts were bouncing around in that brilliant mind of hers, today her mask was crumbling. Her attractive, dark eyes are narrowed in concentration downwards, focused intently on the cup of coffee between her palms, as if it was indeed the real culprit to her problems. Those full lips are pressed firmly together as her tiny foot balanced over her knee, bouncing unconsciously along with her inner anxiety.
It truly looked like she could use a distraction from a friendly face, though the woman would likely take just about anything and anyone right now.
Where: A popular Somni cafe
Style: Your choice!
Status: Open, open, open! I would be thrilled with new CR, but familiar faces are always welcome!
It had become quite the rarity for Naomi Javert to be seen socializing out and about in public at all in recent weeks, much less all by herself.
After a month-long nap courtesy of Somarium's own brand of strangeness, the usually sociable doctor had been startled to find the frosty chill in her fragile bones that had been lingering stubbornly for over two months still had yet to fade. It was true Naomi was well used to her on-and-off bouts of illness after having lived with her condition for so long, but never before had it hit her so hard and lasted so long. And while she hadn't dared to admit it aloud to herself or her unknowing husband, she found herself beginning to worry.
Perhaps she wouldn't recover fully this time. Maybe this new weakness was permanent.
It was a troubling thought that the beautiful woman was having difficulty pushing down. Which was precisely why Naomi was looking particularly distressed at her lonely little table inside of Somni's most popular cafe. Though she considered herself generally quite skilled in hiding her true emotions and whatever tumbling thoughts were bouncing around in that brilliant mind of hers, today her mask was crumbling. Her attractive, dark eyes are narrowed in concentration downwards, focused intently on the cup of coffee between her palms, as if it was indeed the real culprit to her problems. Those full lips are pressed firmly together as her tiny foot balanced over her knee, bouncing unconsciously along with her inner anxiety.
It truly looked like she could use a distraction from a friendly face, though the woman would likely take just about anything and anyone right now.