Never Gaining a Sense of Things We've had to Face

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Naia Kayode

Never Gaining a Sense of Things We've had to Face

POSTED ON Oct 30, 2024 16:59:56 GMT

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ALL OF THE DANGERS

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Rustboro just felt like the right place to have a conversation like this, the location in itself held a lot of sentimental value to Naia. Here was the first time she met Ashley Shepard, where she first killed a person, where she came out to for her very first group outing. Rustboro was home to a lot of Naia's firsts and even tonight it still upholds that tradition.[break][break]

Tonight was going to be Naia's first time reaching out to a friend.[break][break]

Naia had already been waiting for Mirabella Fontaine in the VIP room, having arrived there nearly 30 minutes early, a strange habit she picked up from her mother, but one that gave her time to think and prepare herself. How was her friend going to react to Naia now? That thought plagued Naia's mind as a hand would reach for her hair, a single finger coiling around a portion of hair only to find that it could barely wrap around her finger anymore.[break][break]

Then again it wasn't just her appearance that changed, the inside did as well. Loneliness, loss, betrayal and understanding can really change a person. Not only did her mother manage to dig her claws deeper into Naia than ever for the last year, when she was finally able to return the only solace she had was completely destroyed by Ashley and Isaac Merlo, the very people she dirtied her hands for all those months.[break][break]

But why was she surprised?[break][break]

She knew they wanted to leave.[break][break]

That begged the question-- Did Mirabella too? Naia would have picked up her martini glass, pressing it to her lips as she'd take just a small sip. She was only nursing her drink up till this point as to make it a point to not get drunk tonight. Too much was on the line for Naia, and Mirabella as well and she wanted to be sober enough to save a friend.[break][break]

Now more than ever Rocket needs loyalty.

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Never Gaining a Sense of Things We've had to Face

POSTED ON Oct 31, 2024 1:03:46 GMT

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It had been ages since Mirabella had spoken to Naia—months, maybe even a year? She couldn’t quite remember, and honestly, she hadn’t expected to hear from her so soon. Mirabella had distanced herself to train, focusing solely on getting stronger, isolating herself from distractions, attachments, anything that might hold her back. But now, that was behind her. She was back and prepared to resume business as usual, perhaps with a few adjustments. Funny how time away can shift one’s priorities.[break][break]

The recent bout with Elise had reminded her of her own power, though of course, no one but Rocket knew her true identity, and she intended to keep it that way. Some things were best left in the shadows.[break][break]

As she entered the VIP room, Mirabella’s eyes scanned her surroundings with mild amusement. It was unexpected for Naia to go to such lengths—reserving a high-class, private room just for this meeting. It struck Mirabella as an attempt to project maturity, to show her growth, perhaps. Has she really changed? Mirabella thought, intrigued but cautious. There was a businesslike coolness in her demeanor, even as she softened her posture slightly. She was used to getting what she wanted, and she assumed Naia would be no different.[break][break]

When she spotted Naia across the room, Mirabella’s gaze sharpened, noting every detail. The girl’s eyes were bolder, her stance more confident. Impressive, maybe, Mirabella thought, feeling the faintest twinge of pride. She’d hoped Naia would grow, but she wondered what the girl could possibly want from her now.[break][break]

With a faint, almost bemused smile, Mirabella approached, her heels clicking with each purposeful step. She greeted Naia with a mix of warmth and calculation, her expression soft but knowing.[break][break]

"Naia, girl, look at you.” Mirabella chuckled, her voice a perfect blend of amusement and approval. “I almost didn’t recognize you with all that newfound fire in your eyes. You've grown since we last spoke—though I can’t imagine why you went to all this trouble just to see me.” She raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity but making it clear she expected Naia to get to the point.[break][break]

“Come now, why the special treatment? What’s on your mind?” she asked, her tone almost motherly, but with a razor-sharp edge of expectation. “Not that I’m not flattered, but you’re not usually the type to make things this official. So, tell me—what’s brought you here?”

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Naia Kayode

Never Gaining a Sense of Things We've had to Face

POSTED ON Oct 31, 2024 3:52:24 GMT

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"Naia, girl, look at you.”[break][break]

She almost didn't want to look up, but despite even her deepest desires fighting against her, she did anyways to catch a glimpse of Mirabella's smile. Truth be told, Naia didn't know where she stood with her friend, on one hand she was relieved, happy even, to hear her voice again. Memories of them together at parties, fashion and dresses, but with those memories brought back the anxiety.. [break][break]

Together with Mirabella was also with people they shouldn't haven't be with.[break][break]

Technically speaking she didn't do anything wrong, many rockets live their lives out in pretend alongst those in league, Naia did the same too.. It was just hard to shake this feeling, if Mira would be willing to lie or keep Naia's secret, how many more did she keep? If she was already dancing on the edge of loyalty.. when would she leave? Naia couldn't trust her because Naia was too scared to loose her.[break][break]

“I almost didn’t recognize you with all that newfound fire in your eyes. You've grown since we last spoke—though I can’t imagine why you went to all this trouble just to see me.”[break][break]

"I haven't changed that much." Once those words left her mouth, Naia would place down her glass just to have a finger idly trace the bottom rim of it with her finger nail. Before however she could speak again, Mirabella continued. what was on her mind, huh? A lot of things, too many things. Where did she start?[break][break]

With a gesture of her hand Naia would show off the seat across from her, her eyes closing as she concentrated on what exactly she wanted to bring up. "It has been a long time.." A year. A small fraction of her life, but already Rocket went into war and people she loved died and came back as monsters. "I wanted to catch up and figure you out."[break][break]

She didn't plan to beat around the bush, that helped no-one, "Why did you keep my relationship with Remiel Calcifet a secret?" There was no familiarity in her voice when she said his name, it was more akin to emotional exhaustion.

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Mirabella Fontaine

Never Gaining a Sense of Things We've had to Face

POSTED ON Nov 2, 2024 20:15:06 GMT

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Mirabella’s curiosity simmered beneath a calm facade. This meeting felt less like a kindred reunion and more like a game of carefully placed words, but she’d expected as much. She wasn’t the same woman she’d been before. Her red hair framed her face as she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, finding the most comfort she was willing to allow herself in Naia’s presence.[break][break]

“Figure me out, then,” she said with a sly smile, her tone playfully challenging. “Do you think I’m hiding something?”[break][break]

Naia’s gaze didn’t falter, and Mirabella took a moment to enjoy the tension before answering. “Ah, Remiel and you,” she mused, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Well, because I didn’t see the point in throwing a friend under the bus. I mean, I didn’t even know about the two of you at first. Imagine my surprise when I finally did. Sure, it was tempting to spill,” she admitted, leaning forward slightly, “but if that truth was going to come out, I thought it should be from one of you two, not me.”[break][break]

She let the words hang in the air, watching Naia for any sign of reaction, intrigued by how much of herself she could reveal without giving too much away.

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