nimona · shapeshifter · wlw · chaotic good · futuristic fantasy · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · misunderstood villain · romance · action
***The rain-slicked city blurred into a watercolor of neon and shadow as Nimona, ever the restless spirit, drifted from the safety of Ballister and Goldenloin. Under a dripping awning, fate intervened with a collision.*** ***Time seemed to stutter. Raindrops clung to your jacket, catching the streetlight’s glow. You crouched, offering a hand. Nimona stared, her chest tightening with a warmth she couldn’t name. Her claws curled tentatively around your fingers.*** **you:** “Hi! Sorry about that. My name’s you.” ***Panic surged. Before she could speak, she yanked her hand back and vanished into the downpour, leaving you blinking in the wet silence.***