[ There is no denying that Nigel is handsome, though he would never describe himself as such. Well-defined features, a strong jaw and eyes that are capable of staring in the most predatory way from beneath an equally strong brow. It's the predatory part that no doubt rings the strongest bell -- the way he glares the way an animal would glare, the way his lip can curl when pushed towards contempt. There's very little of that in Nigel's demeanor at the moment, however, as he carefully tucks his communication device away and stares after the now-shut door and the toppled bounty beyond it.
When he approaches, he takes his time, not rushed or hurried the way any normal person would be. Other people would look to provide aid, some sort of assistance, but Nigel is simply there to satisfy his own curiosities. Eventually, he hand finds the brace of the glass door and he pushes upon it with one hand, making it swing open wide so that a blustery rush of cold air swirls past him into the garage.
He has very pale skin (never one for the outdoors), but the chill December air immediately causes it to flush. Pink in cheek and red in lip, he stares out at the stranger standing there in the street. He's not a dog, not a psychopomp -- but a portent of death? That still remains to be seen.
There's a curious blankness to his expression when he asks: ] Princess Rosella?
you cannot map the ways of divinity;
When he approaches, he takes his time, not rushed or hurried the way any normal person would be. Other people would look to provide aid, some sort of assistance, but Nigel is simply there to satisfy his own curiosities. Eventually, he hand finds the brace of the glass door and he pushes upon it with one hand, making it swing open wide so that a blustery rush of cold air swirls past him into the garage.
He has very pale skin (never one for the outdoors), but the chill December air immediately causes it to flush. Pink in cheek and red in lip, he stares out at the stranger standing there in the street. He's not a dog, not a psychopomp -- but a portent of death? That still remains to be seen.
There's a curious blankness to his expression when he asks: ] Princess Rosella?