Re: The Side of the Dance Floor [Juliet]
Nathaniel followed Juliet, gliding effortlessly across the floor and leaving his clothing behind to trip up patrons, but where she would go so would he. The movement within the club had suddenly become more frantic but Nathaniel paid little attention to that. Men and women in costumes got into Nathaniel's way but he only slipped around them, his body losing the form he had and sinking into the floor of things around him as it skirted about falling feet only to reform by Juliet.
"Juliet, please," Nathaniel called, his voice floating on wisps of air towards his date as she backed away. He moved faster than would have been possible had he not been in this...form. Shadows drifted towards Juliet, sinking around her hands that were at her throat and holding tightly as he attempted to pull her hands away.
"Darling," he called to her. "Come to me, please stop moving. Listen to me Juliet. You're on dry land, you are no where near water, you are not drowning. Look at me, Juliet...or...try to." Nathaniel's confidence faltered. How could he ask her to watch him when he wasn't quite sure he was even there? Still, his hands (what was left of them) clambered for Juliet as he pressed his body to hers while people moved around them. Pressing what he thought was his cheek to hers, he tried to whisper in her ear. "Darling, breathe, you are not drowning and you are not near water. I'll help you if you only listen. Please, darling."