<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Nicodemus..png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nicodemus Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Grandma's Favorite (Whateley Faction)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Pounced on by Aislinn/ Open<br/><hr/><br/>Nicodemus' green eyes widened slightly behind his tinted glasses as the woman he had been following suddenly turned around and made a beeline right for him.  There was something both amusing and endearing in watching her move.  He didn't bother to move or shy away from the confrontation that he was sure was about to take place and, instead, just focused his intense eyes on her, standing motionless on the dirt coated street.  Already planning his next move and what he would say to her, he was prepared for the outrage she would inevitably level at him<br/><br/>As the woman threw her thin arms around his waist, Nicodemus froze, not even breathing for a moment.  His eyebrows rose over his glasses, shocked that this red haired beauty decided hugging him was the proper response to being followed.  It was the very opposite of what he had expected and nothing could have prepared him to have her body pressed up against his.  She was a slip of a woman but clearly a beautiful one.  But, Gomorra had several beautiful women and he had ignored them just fine.  He tilted his head, glancing down at her and inwardly smiled to himself.  There was certainly potential in a woman that hugged men that followed them.  Lost in his own wicked thoughts, he almost missed her words.<br/><br/><em>Aislinn.</em>Quickly, he committed the name to memory though even if he hadn't, he was sure he wouldn't forget this encounter anytime soon.<br/><br/>Shifting his pinned arms slightly, he pulled them away from his body carefully and took a step back once he made enough room, freeing himself from her small arms.  “I'm Nicodemus.”  His voice was deep, low and far too intimate for the main street of Gomorra.  But, something about this woman intrigued him.  Lifting his hand, he gently touched the bottom of her chin and applied gentle pressure, trying to get her to look up at him.  Eyes spoke louder than words and he wanted to know what hers had to say.