She/Her
27
September 3
Saffron City, Kanto
Graysexual
Business Heiress
Doctor
A Hero Would Sacrifice You to Save the World. A Villain Would Sacrifice the World to Save You.
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Naia Kayode
A "Royal" Gathering - Private
POSTED ON Jun 12, 2023 5:19:01 GMT
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[attr="class","postflower"] [attr="class","postquote"] Our Drunken Mistakes
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| [attr="class","posttext"] This isn't the first time Naia has been to Rustboro, she could still vividly remember walking through the streets with Ashley Shepard during heavy rainfall, the heart dropping weight of holding a gun for the first time and the horrifying numbness that took over when she pulled the trigger multiple times. When it was supposed to only be one death, it somehow unfortunately added up to three a pattern in her missions she was now just chalking up to her horrible luck. [break][break]It was kind of ironic that she needed to by pass the same alleyway to make her way over to this bar morbid curiousity made her want to look down it to see if there was any hint of her battle there but deep in her heart she knew. Zwei ate it all. And with this living city who originally only held the mistake of being unprepared and nearly getting herself and her partner killed, will soon it will be home to a new one. [break][break]But hopefully with much lighter consequences. [break][break] "Naia, over here. My goodness, do you fashionable today? Did you get the dress I sent you? I hope your mother didn't freak out. She almost turn pale when I appeared. How have you been?"[break][break]When her voice was called out of the blue, Naia couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, but soon the familiarity of Mirabella Fontaine soon soothed her nerves some. Naia was happy for the gift, it was just she wasn't happy about how her mother reacted to the whole situation. Yes, what Mira witnessed was her mother was initially shocked and even flustered for a moment but she didn't get to see what she looked like afterwards. Compliments thrown in Naia's direction wasn't without their reasons, and it was a bitter pill to swallow to know someone else was getting tangled in her mother's web. [break][break] "Ye-Yes.. Next time.. you should really tell me a head of time.."[break][break]As she spoke she found it hard to look her in the eye, the guilt starting to bubble up as she'd start to fidget with her fingers to soothe herself. Today was supposed to be a good night after all, why dwell so hard on the negative. [break][break] "St-still it was lovely.. You didn't have to give me such a gift.."[break][break]While she spoke Naia made way over to Mira's side, the building anxiety she was feeling steadily growing as it became abundantly clear why they were meeting up here. Drinking was a complicated thing for her to process, while she didn't appreciate the embarrassment and lack of self control it gave her, it did however give her something nothing else was able to give her. Peace of mind and rest, for once at that party she didn't feel like she was being crushed by expectations, she didn't feel the need to second question every decision and after finally winding down she finally slept through the night. Of course with a headache afterwards, but that's a small price. [break][break]Little did she know she'd be needing some of that liquid courage the moment the door rang inviting in the new guests, and with the arrival of Elise Calcifet a small hint of a smile could be seen on Naia's face and a twinkle in her eyes. Yet it seemed with every time she had to meet with Remiel Calcifet she'd be forced to go through a whiplash of emotions, the once excitement instantly twisted up inside of her as anxiety would settle in. [break][break] "Hello Prince Charming and my dear friend, Lady Elise. I am so glad you could join me today."[break][break]Flustered was the best word to describe her emotions, she couldn't tell if the loud beating of her heart was due to the initial anxiety she felt whenever she was around Remiel in public's eye or the sheer shamefulness she still couldn't get over from her texts that night. Despite them being deleted from the world they still lived in her mind rent free, and if that was embarrassing enough he'd get to see what she was like without the security of her phone. [break][break]Her face already felt hot without even needing any drinks, her ears burning along with the back of her neck made her all the more want to hide away from the world. She knew there was no point but still she couldn't help herself sinking behind Mira even going so far to lower herself closer to the bar counter and use her hands to cover her head. While she felt really bad for not saying hi to Elise, she knew she'd understand if she ever explained. [break][break][break] [attr="class","posttags"][break] |
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