Dream Lover [Giovanni & Nimue | Saga]

It became a sort of standard routine that Nimue, if she did not have to work, would stay from Friday till Sunday. Only if she had to patrol or do something at the hospital would she leave but Nimue did not mind that. She did not have to hide that anymore, she did not talk about her job. She did not share much with Giovanni about being a hero. Though from time to time words came out and she would answer, like that time at the orphanage. Nimue had told him about her struggle, about how she could not deal with it and how she wanted to just be a doctor but couldn't use her quirk and such like that. She had so much to share and so much to hide that it was just a mental mess that she did not tell much about. There were simple things she did not want to share and Nimue was just there, she was just everywhere to try and get on. She wanted someone, she wished she had a mentor, she wished she was not afraid to share and be able to support on someone, but people need not worry about Nimue Nakahara or about Witch Doctor. Sometimes she felt like she was lonely, falling in a black abyss of nothing and trying to get a grip of so many strange things in her life that she could just not grasp what was happening. It was everything and nothing at once. She was just her, she was just her, just Nimue and that hurt from time to time.

So it was Friday the 5th of June and she had seen the scars while dressing up for this night. The change in her skin, the harder tissue that was slightly pinker. Like the scar on her forehead. Things she could never share and never want to consider, she left South Africa for multiple reasons, one was her mother and the other was finding her father but there were so many things more. Things she had forgotten, put behind her, trying to forget and not to regret and make it worse. But the honest truth was that she wanted to be held and protected, instead of being the one out there. She wanted to be a doctor, a healer and not fighting in the forefront but she kept pushing herself, kept moving forward. She did not know what to do about it and she just held her breath every time her fingers traced the lines and every time she felt it. The knot on her hip where she got hit by her own spear thrown by Crowley. The stab on her stomach by Lavande. The scars on her hands that have still not healed and still from time to time felt rough instead of the soft hands that she had. She wasn't sure about anything at all, it just made her feel ugly and not herself as like she said before Witch Doctor and Nimue Nakahara weren't the same people.

It did not matter for now, she wore a yellow summer dress, summer was just around the corner, it was light in colour, light in clothing and she wore a white with a flower-patterned vest over it, covering her pale white arms. She could use some tanning for sure, not that it worked perfectly but it was something. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, some light lipstick, her foundation hid her red marking and some mascara. She was just, as usual, more into neutral looks, no rings around her fingers, and the only jewellery she wore was the green drop, the emerald that he had given her for Christmas. She was going to Giovanni by herself, her bag was packed with clean clothes, papers and her laptop, she was off this weekend, her first patrol was Sunday night, so she could wait for that.

She would arrive on time, before dinner and she found him in the kitchen again when he let her enter and she brought her bag to his bedroom upstairs. She sneaked into the kitchen and kissed his cheek and watched. He said he was almost done and washed his hands after putting the dish in the oven. Taking two glasses and filling it with beautiful red wine, Nimue liked that some of their cultural aspects did align. The music was Italian and she really wanted to learn but it would go slowly and she had barely any time, but she would now just watch his invitation and take a step closer while she moved her heads, slow dancing this man, in his house and smiling from ear to ear.