A Picnic? Really? }{ Nyx+Gwen~

[Nyx M Treassa]

Yesterday she had stressed over what would happen when Gwen saw her true colors because it was bound to happen. Gwen was bound to find out first thing this morning, frown and walk away from her (or worse, hit her because she deserved it). She woke up that morning and hesitantly made her way down the halls, ignoring the scathing remarks and the shoves and instead focusing her attention on finding out; Did Gwen know? The brute was tired from another night gone by with Izzy’s back turned towards her and not a word spoken. Nyx spent another night wide awake, the guilt hurting her emotionally as well as physically…

Gwen smiled at her that morning and renewed strength bloomed in her chest.

Even though she didn’t eat a bite, slept a wink, and withstood so many battles, she felt really good. Her eyes were still heaving under the weight of dark circles, but Gwen’s smile that morning… It was rejuvenating. They didn’t have a lot of time for Nyx to get breakfast (she didn’t mean for that to happen, she was held up on the top floor), and Gwen made her promise to bring some food outside on the lawn that day for lunch. Nyx couldn’t say no, of course, and was currently walking a wrapped bundle out onto the lawn where Gwen had told her to go.

They were having a picnic.

A picnic? Nyx blushed around the ears and spread the blanket out to reveal some food stuffs that she hoped Gwen would like. Practically trembling from nervousness, Nyx slid down to sit on the corner of the blanket and fiddle with her thumbs.

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen had started her day out very typically for her. She'd gotten up, gotten showered and cleaned. She'd gotten dressed and ready for the day, and as normal, she switched hair colors- and stopped, blinking wide eyes into the mirror. What had she just done?! Nyx didn't know she changed hair colors on a regular basis, she'd forgotten to tell her new friend about this dramatic change in appearance. And she could only do it once a day. "Shite!" she cursed, shaking her head and sheathing her wand. "Fan-bloody-tastic." With a shake of the head, the (now) brunette left her dorm and the Hufflepuff House all together. She had to hurry and catch up to Nyx-

Who was late. This had worried Gwen at first. She didn't know if something had happened, or what, but once Nyx showed up (not as surprised or taken aback by the hair change as she figured the other would be!) she was assured everything would be alright. Breakfast was more or less pushed aside- as there was no longer time- but lunch plans were made instead, and that was perfectly alright with her. She had waiting out on the grounds, just like she said she would, rocking back and forth on her heels and swinging her arms as she waiting. Finally, Nyx appeared with lunch, set the blanket out, and the both of them sat down.

Gwen was busy setting up equal portions of food until she noticed Nyx's rather timid and anti-social posture. Her brow creased. "Are you alright?" she asked, canting her head to the side. "If you don't want to eat outside, we can go in. I don't mind." she offered her friend a smile, hoping to ease whatever was currently bothering her. Hopefully it wasn't something Gwen had done...

[Nyx M Treassa]

There was no way Gwen could know that Nyx recognized her that morning purely do to scent. Not only would it be really weird, but it would bring light to the fact that Nyx was a total mutt, a beast, and a slut! Well, not so much the last one but she was sure that Gwen was bound to find out! Face it, Nyx was just a strange anomaly of a being that walked on two legs and it left her feeling very insecure. Especially when her best friend wasn’t there to remind her how human she actually was, and when she did such stupid, stupid things… Aquamarine eyes flickered, shattered, and refocused from a glazed and dazed expression right on her lunch companion.

“Me? Yah, m’jus’h daydream’n.” Nyx visibly blushed under Gwen’s scrutiny and tried to shake off her trembling nerves. Still unsure of herself but feeling the need to accommodate this little picnic better, she crab-walked her skinny self closer to the food at the center and offered an honest Nyxie smile.

“Ah din’ know what’a grab, so I go’h a li’l bit o’ev’rythin. S’thah alrigh’?” Long arms angled down to press against the ground in front of her, and she leaned forward on them casually… Dang, why did girls have to smell so good? Gwen especially, like a special, rare, and exotic fruit flower of some kind. Nyx blinked those thoughts away and looked up at the Hufflepuff with an unintentionally adorable, lost expression. “Sorreh, Ah’jus’h keep space’n like thah!”

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen's posture relaxed a great deal when Nyx moved closer. The smile she bore seemed to brighten in degrees and she turned her attention back to portioning their lunch equally. "All of its great," she reassured the other girl, nodding, "Quite a good bit of my favorites actually. Especially the bits of fruit you got." Almost as unconscious emphasis, the brunette popped a grape into her mouth before her hands got busy again. After a minute or so, she passed a plate and set it in front of the Gryffindor, her eyes shining as her smile grew yet again. "Alright, go ahead and dig in!"

She watched the other girl as she started eating herself, her brow creasing in concentration as Nyx seemed to space out again. Rathe then get upset or annoyed however, Gwen merely smiled and shook her head with a chuckle, "What could possibly be so fascinating?" she inquired, her brows arching in curiosity as she studied Nyx, waiting for an explanation of some sort.

[Nyx M Treassa]

“Fav’rits?” Nyx stared at Gwen with stupefied blankness before the words seemed to click inside her mind. The exact moment it happened could be marked by the slightest jump in her body’s posture, as though a slight shock had been applied to her bum. “Grapes?” Grapes and fruits in general, right? That made her feel pretty good about herself, having figured out… Man, Gwen had some really pretty lips. They were soft and full, kind of pouty in a kissable way, glossy, smiling, and that lucky damned grape- Nyx blinked her way out of that train of thought, upset with herself the instant she came back to reality.

It wasn’t good for her to be a total git and go around being attracted to anyone. She was too much of a bloody slut…

Long, calloused fingers reached down to toy idly with her food, not really interested in eating it. Nothing seemed to look really edible lately… Well, except that particular grape and those pretty lips. “Fascinat’n?” She squeaked, a little jolt of embarrassment shot through her at having been caught. “Noth’n! Er, wot’s tah say, uh… Som’n smells good s’all. Yeh wear perfume o’som’sor’h? Maybe s’the food!” Nyx babbled nervously.

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen's brow creased slowly as she watched and listened to Nyx babble on like she'd been caught with her hand in a cookie jar. After a moment, she smiled again and laughed whole heartedly, shaking her head in amusement. "Its a perfume," she stated, "One my mother introduced me to. But it's a secret, so I can't tell you what it is." she gave the other a mischevious little smile, then popped another piece of fruit into her mouth. Her eyes drifted away from the picnic scene to the sunny sky above for a moment and she regained her casual smile. "S'pretty today." she nodded, trying to talk around the food in her mouth, which quickly had her bringing her hand up to cover it and earned another laugh. "Sorry...I know better, really I do..."

[Nyx M Treassa]

“A secret perfume?” Nyx appeared baffled. It wasn’t like she’d steal the scent or anything, because she wore… Well, she wore men’s cologne! A smile appeared, though she was really unsure as to what was so funny (she couldn’t see herself right now, or realize exactly how jittery she was acting). This felt really nice though, sitting and talking with someone who didn’t have all these thoughts about her. So she smiled a sheepish little smile and focused on her food. “Well, keep yer secrets. Ah’ll jus’h tell yeh that Ah like’t.”

Though she wouldn’t admit it, it wasn’t entirely the perfume she was smelling. There was an underlying scent of Gwen that just… You want to taste. Nyx swallowed thickly and scribbled that out in her head. Baaad, bad thoughts she shouldn’t be having.

“Yeh dun’ ‘afta worry… S’cute.” Her mouth was constantly slipping! It didn’t change the fact that Gwen had this habit of doing extremely adorable things. “Er… Yeah s’a nice day! Nice’n sunny out… T’was’a good idea fer a picnic.”

[Gweneth Carlon]

Normally, Gwen would have had some sort of remark or another about the response she'd gotten. Somewhere, her mind knew that it should be curious and slightly suspicious of Nyx's reaction. The delight in the smell of her perfume, the fumbling of words...all of this would have normally had Gwen's mind working over time to try and figure out just what was really going on here. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor's tie had become a huge distraction.

As it were, Gwen was currently not hearing much of anything being said to her- or studdered at her for that matter. She was squinting at Nyx's tie, almost as if she were trying to tie the object with her mind. Like she could straighten it and make it right by just staring at it hard enough. Finally, she gave up on telekenetics and instead scooted forward until she was rather close to the other girl. "Hold still." she instructed Nyx, then carefully set about straightening the Gryffindor's tie.

[Nyx M Treassa]

Silence. Nyx focused nervously on her plate at the absolute silence… She must have said something wrong, something stupid that made Gwen mad at her, because she was worthless and stupid and- Nyx glanced up to realize that Gwen was now extremely close. She appeared confused for a few minutes, blinking stupidly at the pretty face that was just about a foot away from hers.

“Uhm…” Large hands clenched softly at the blanket below them to prevent them from moving on their own. Gwen’s scent was making her dizzy in a very, very pleasant way and her head started buzzing with a content purr. Of course, Nyx didn’t realize her throat was starting to generate the very noise, quiet and subtle as it was.

“’kay…” She murmured huskily and held as still as inhumanly possible.

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen's brow was creased in concentration as her slender fingers worked on undoing Nyx's tie. Normally, she'd have just straightened it out and scuttled back to her place on the blanket, but somehow this tie was acceptionally stubborn and therefore required it's removal and starting over. Hopefully Nyx didn't mind...Though a brief glance upwards told her that the other girl didn't seem to mind so much at all. Which was good!

The brunette cleared her throat gently and refocused her attention on the tie in her hands. She smoothed silky fabric out, then carefully tossed the slack over Nyx's head. With the ease of long practice, she fixed the tie beneath the other's collar and set about evening out the slack on both sides. "It'll only take a minute, I promise." she very nearly whispered. Why was she whispering? Really she didn't know...This lack of coherent though brought a tinge of pink to the Hufflepuff's cheeks and she purposefully kept herself from looking up into those gorgeous eyes again. After all, she didn't want to make her new friend uncomfortable, now did she?

A smile was forced into place on Gwen's lips, and after a moment the expression took and held naturally as she set about getting the tie worked into proper order. It only took a moment or two, then was done and Gweneth's hands lowered after straightening it into place. "There you go." she smiled at the Gryffindor, though had yet to move back to her place. "All better."

[Nyx M Treassa]

Ever had the feeling after standing up too fast? The way things seem to swim around you and make you wobble if you don’t give into your needs and sit down again? That’s how her head felt right now, combined with the sensation that the world was moving around her in such a way that she should get much, much closer to the pretty face before her. Nyx had the strangest urge to lean forward and nuzzle right up, cheek to cheek with the sweet, (current) brunnette. Her eyes lidded half-mast, she gripped the blanket harder,

And the purr errupted more fiercely from her throat.

Right now she was resisting, but only just barely. The little beast in her head was urging her to tackle Gwen down to the blanket and nuzzle every inch of visible, soft skin… Green-blue eyes drifted closed, succumbing to being surrounded by that fruity, delicious flavour that was washing over her senses. Hell, when Gwen spoke she could feel the faint caress of her words puffing over her.

“Thank’e.” She voiced roughly. “Ah’dunno ‘ow tah tie’t… So Ah knot’t.”

[Gweneth Carlon]

There were plenty of things in life that Gwen was uncertain of. Certan spells, the way people worked and/or thought, how people would be from one day to the next. That sort of thing. However, she was most definitely certain of one thing. The sound she had just heard com from Nyx was a purr. This fact caused Gwen's eyes to wide a fraction and the tinge of pink on her cheeks to darken a shade. Had she caused the other girl to make that sound? Then, did that mean that Nyx was- No. It was never that simple. Ever. In all her time spent at Hogwarts, Gwen would think she'd found someone else like her and be let down horribly when this just wasn't the case. It was definitely only natural for her to not want to do the same thing with assuming such things about Nyx.

So, a pleasant smile graced Gweneth's lips again and she scooted herself back carefully- she didn't want to squish any food after all. Once she was settled, she nodded a bit to Nyx's words, "I can teach you if you'd like. Though right now, you should probably eat something. What with not getting breakfast and all..." Oh Merlin, if only....If only...

[Nyx M Treassa]

Luckily for Nyx’s self esteem and current state of mind, her eyes were closed away from the surprised expression Gwen was currently sporting. Had they been open, her mind would have started racing about all the things she’d done wrong, followed by the searing embarrassment at the realization her inner Veela got out. This would be followed by a departure at the anger she felt for herself, and maybe locking up inside her dorm for the rest of the day. However, their picnic was saved by the mere fact that her eyes were closed in pleasure.

Funny how the littlest detail could determine the sequence of events.

Almost as if Gwen was the volume control on Nyx’s audible content state, the purr subsided and faded away as the distance between them opened up again. The sensation in her mind eased, leaving her grounded and firm again. Eyelids unfolded and leveled at Gwen with a dazed expression. Eat…?

From the high point, her insides wilted.

“Ah’m no’h real hungry righ’ now…” The thought of eating almost made her sick; food was nourishment for a body. Nyx was angry at herself and her body, and was punishing herself by not nourishing it. Not intentionally, of course, but subconsciously. “ Yeh c’n take off m’plate if yeh wan’h.”

[Gweneth Carlon]

"Oh no you don't," Gwen frowned, looking like a disapproving parent rather then a student her age at the moment, "You don't look like you've been eating good enough at all, so I'm going to sit here and make sure you eat, then follow you around after words to make sure you keep it down if that's what it takes." she gave a curt little nod as if this settled the matter, then pointed at the plate she'd prepared for the other girl, "Eat, or I'll sit on you and force it down your gullet." Gwen arched a brow to let the other know that she was absolutely serious, though at the same time she couldn't help but to pop another grape into her mouth. Addictive, those little bits of fruit...

[Nyx M Treassa]

Nyx’s eyes widened with surprise; she didn’t think it really mattered that much, but the ferocity and authority in Gwen’s tone made her think twice. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, realizing she probably seemed like a little kid, needing to be told to eat her food. She was at least smarter than that, even if she has been doing stupid things lately.

Even if part of it was attributed to alcohol.

“Y’s ma’am…” Nyx fiddled with a few things on her plate before bringing something up to her lips to nibble on. Green-blue eyes peered up at Gwen, almost as if saying, ‘look, I’m eating. Don’t be mad at me?’