PASSIVE / AGGRESSIVE

I tried really HARD to be happy ; I swear to G O D I did. But, it seems, every I N H A L E I take makes me LONG for the last, every B R O K E N H E A R T I suffer through TEMPTS me to SHATTER ten of those around me, and every glance at the sky reminds me of the weightlessness I LOST years ago.

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NAILA ARVIDSON ;  Quirks

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NAILA ARVIDSON ; External (Private)

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Pierrot le fou (dir. by Jean-Luc Godard, 1965).

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NAILA AND WARREN ; stage 2 ( relationship )

“Relationships are fucking stupid. You’re scared you’re never gonna have a real one, and then when you do you’re scared it’s gonna go away.”

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NAILA AND WARREN ; stage 1 (middle school - high school)

“Some girls on the cheer team are saying that Warren is hot. Warren. Did you hear what I said? They’re saying that Warren is hot. WARREN!"

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( @warrxns )

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LOCATION: limousine outside the paris theatre. STATUS: closed for @nailarose !

the buzz from outside—adoring fans competing with journalists for the attention of the actors on the red carpet—filters through the closed windows of the limousine as they pull up to the theatre, and isolde can hardly bite back the grin that threatens to overwhelm her features. it’s hardly her first movie premiere, but the experience never gets old, each flash of the cameras a shot of adrenaline straight into her veins. unthinkingly, she reaches out across the backseat until her fingers wrap around the delicate wrist of her companion, sliding down until they’re palm to palm and giving the girl’s hand a quick squeeze. 

‘ how do i look ? ’ she asks, lips curling faintly in a way that suggests she already knows the answer to her question.

of all the people she could have brought, isolde had chosen naila—to no one’s surprise, she’s sure. she’s taken naila as her plus one to so many of her nyc premieres that it’s pretty much tradition at this point, and isolde has no plans to break that tradition anytime soon. and if the knowledge that having naila walk down the red carpet by her side will only generate more buzz around both their names had any sway over her decision, well—she’ll never tell.

she hears the sound of their chauffeur exiting the car to open the door for them; a shadow falls across her lap as he stands outside, waiting for her signal. this time, when she turns to naila, isolde makes no effort to hide her grin, giddy excitement written all over her face. ‘ you ready ? ’

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as usual, naila is reminded why she says yes to these little outings with isolde as soon as she asks herself the question. while not being the center of attention was never her cup of tea, hence why going to a premiere that wasn’t her own wasn’t her cup of tea, somehow it had come to be that isolde’s spotlight enveloped her as well. and while it wasn’t ideal -- after all, naila wasn’t one for sharing with anybody-- coming to these premieres and getting the publicity and buzz that coming with isolde brought was indisputably beneficial to her. 

at least that’s what her agent said. 

and despite her slight frustration, naila had to agree. as a business move, the tease of naisolde was gold. 

which is why naila smoothly laces her fingers with isolde’s at the squeeze the brunette gives her hand, sharp eyes catching the confident edge to isolde’s smile a moment before she humming and mostly jokingly replying, “almost as good as me. congrats.”

and naila wasn’t lying. isolde unfortunately (or was it fortunately) looked gorgeous. naila could acknowledge it, if only internally, and she is once again reminded that if isolde wasn’t so closely associated with her, she would be her competition. maybe even her direct rival. hell, despite herself naila can’t help but still kind of think of her that way. still subtly compare her movie ratings to isolde’s when she’s alone, still double check that her follower count was either matching isolde’s or above it, never under. 

which is exactly why naila made sure to bring her a game to every one of these premieres, subtly trying to ‘show up the bride’ as one might say without being too obnoxious. because a little healthy competition never hurt anybody right. 

right.

“of course i am.” naila says confidently at isolde’s question, her lips quirking slightly at the other girl’s excited expression for a moment before she’s arching a brow and nudging her with her knee. “come on, let’s go before we cause a riot. well.” naila pauses as if to consider her statement, lips curved confidently as she admits, “we might cause one once we get out there anyways.”

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angelharrison‌:

       naila’s answer steals a small laugh from the redhead ,  knowing she should have expected something like that from the other female .   still ,  angel couldn’t quite bring herself to see things through her friend’s eyes  —  perhaps she was much too  soft hearted  for it ,  or too lost in her own thoughts to allow herself to see the world like naila did .  once the other let go of her hand ,  angelina let out a heavy sigh .  ❝  i just …  don’t know ,  ❞  she paused ,  brushing a scarlet curl behind her ear before her thumb and index finger moved to swirl the straw of her drink around the pastel pink liquid ,  ❝  it’s just odd to me .  if i don’t even care to know what a certain person kisses like ,  how can i even think about having sex with them ?  it’s just strange to me ,  ❞  and yet ,  she’d had her fair share of lovers who wanted nothing more than just casual sex .  it never bothered her ,  of course ;  at least not while it was happening ,  only when it was all over  &  angel was alone again .  with a small smile at the corner of her lips ,  she lifted her ocean gaze towards naila ,  ❝  maybe we could watch the movie sometime ,  you know .  just the two of us  —  oh ,  plus adora and gucci ,  obviously .  i think they miss each other !  ❞

“well... i don’t think it’s that you don’t care what they kiss like, more like...you want to keep a certain level of distance. and not kissing is the way to do that. it’s kind of like not wanting to meet someone’s parents, but with sex. you don’t want things going to far, or anybody getting the wrong idea.” naila explains bluntly, even though to a certain extent she understands angel’s perspective. it was if the hopeless romantic and the commitment phobe in her were duking it out, and naila wasn’t sure who would win. it depended on the person, she supposes, although, it had been a long time since naila had allowed herself to simply want to know what someone kisses like, for romantic reasons or otherwise. before naila can think to deeply about that, she perks up at angel’s suggestion, a smile finding it’s way onto her lips at the thought. “we totally should! we can make it a sleepover, give gooch and addy makeovers...” naila says brightly at that, cupping her hot chocolate happily, as she smiles sincerely at angel before she teases, “and of course gucci misses adora. even though i’m pretty sure he knows she’s constantly cheating on him. honestly, he’s well and truly whipped.” 

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clcmency‌:

“Was it a serious question?” He asks aloud, allowing her to claim the tool before him without protest. His own hands move to continue their work at the jewelry rack, carefully prying the rusted chains loose with just the right amount of strength, never wrenching for fear of a shattering. Funny, how meticulous one’s usual gestures could be, how calm a demeanor, only for the world to shift on its head under pressure.

Funny, funny. But he never laughed.

His hum is soft as he lets his eyes flick up to watch her movements once more, a curious glint in his eye as it drops to the broken shoe in her grasp. Of course, Naila Arvidson must be mobbed by insane fans a handful of times in a day, an off day with only a couple beneath her belt. A photo is incomplete without a striking outfit to flaunt, of course, but one wonders if the constant repairs on expensive pieces were worth the pose in the first place. At the very least, would it hurt a reputation to have a pair of sensible shoes in an oversized purse? Those were back in, he’d read.

“I just assumed you were being facetious,” He explains, taking up the ignored mallet to gently tap a cracked gemstone from mangled ring prongs, fluidly flipping it to showcase its smoother side to polish and reapply. After all, people usually bought rings to be pretty, not intact. “Because, really, what does it look like I’m doing here?”

Facetious. Facetious. Really? Really? What the fuck? Who the fuck did this guy think he was? 

Facetious. She doesn’t even know what the fuck that means. 

Naila’s internal annoyance is carefully completely undetectable, her expression still neutral and her gaze not even leaving the glue she has in hand. 

“It was. What reason do you have to be working here? Considering how we met, I find it hard to believe you need the money.” Naila had yet to meet and untouchable who wasn’t well to do. And she knew for a fact that Arcadia at least came from money. She had no reason to assume Clement didn’t too. Unless he was disowned. That... was a possibility. Naila tries to keep note of it for later. 

“And if this is a passion, there are more...” Naila flicks her tongue over her lips as she tries to think of a suitable word, arching her brow as she puts down the glue and finishes, “... exciting ways to indulge in hobbies like this. Ways that don’t involve standing at a desk, alone, while waiting for customers. I mean, you could give yourself a managerial position for one.” Naila pauses a second before her brows are pulling down into a furrow, her expression quickly becoming bewildered as she asks, “wait, do you even own this store? Are you... an employee?” 

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NAILA ARVIDSON ; 

Internal - ft. insecurities. 

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INCORRECT QUOTES ft. @nailarose —— these two invented romance ! (insp)

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NAILA AND ESME; 

“You’d think Princess pill-popping Polly pocket would get tired of rummaging through my leftovers, but apparently not.”

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NAILA AND HUNTER; part 2

“I fucking hate him. But I also don’t. Sometimes I love him. Sometimes I want to strangle the shit out of him.”

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NAILA AND HUNTER ; part 1

“I believe in annoyed at first sight.”

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NAILA AND ANGEL;

“If you want to get to her you’re going to have to get through me, and you are not getting through me.”

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           sticking around for a conversation with strangers was not on his mind, and in fact he found it foolish and dangerous. he had to wonder if this task was worth it, with naila’s seeming penchant for upping the danger unnecessarily. he hovered by the door, flipping pages and straining to hear her chat with that table. they’d already recognized her, even if she tried to play it off. if questioned by police he was absolutely positive those two could remember that sweet girl who looked just like naila arvidson. foolish and reckless, what would this girl drag him in to?

           when he couldn’t stand the fact he couldn’t hear them he headed outside, late morning sun warming the anger in him. the details of the file had him quietly fuming. and though he didn’t fully trust or care for naila he was upset by the fact she was somehow personally wronged by the couple on their hit list. he’d seen things out in the dust of war, things he’d never told anyone about because those images were the worst humanity had to offer and he wouldn’t wish that fate, or the witness of it, on anyone he knew. 

            crumpling the script in his hand, he wanted to burn it into ash but he’d settle for the brutal end of the people it was about. when she joins him outside the look in her eyes is near feral, the real naila unmasked and it unnerved him for a moment until he realized his intensity was a match for hers, for now. he walks briskly, long legs carrying him away from the cafe and any lingering eyes or ears. her critique of his exit is almost laughable and he finds himself grinning, a manic energy pumping hard in his veins. 

         “right, because some random dude who wasn’t there long and left quietly is much more suspicious than an overly friendly girl who looks just like an ultra famous superstar. I wonder which of us they’d remember best?” he shot back, not willing to take any of her shit just because he agreed to help her. she wasn’t paying him enough to be pleasant too.

Naila narrows her eyes at Kai’s retort, her mask melting away the further they get from the cafe, allowing her to appear slightly more irritated by the comment then she would allow in the presence of peering eyes as she counters, “Overly friendly people have nothing to hide. They’re usually the last people anyone suspects because they seem the most transparent. Trustworthy. Unlike people who bolt mid conversation like their house is on fire.” Naila smoothly matches his gait despite their difference in size, absolutely refusing to allow him to win something even as small as this. “And someone who looks like an ultra famous super star is the one they’ll remember. The one they’ll be looking for- do you really think that the police go banging on Beyonce’s door every time someone thinks a suspect looks kind of like her? I’m in the clear. The authorities will likely think that they were too distracted by the fact that I looked like a celebrity to even properly remember the details of my face separate from said celebrity-- and that’s if the police even get involved. Remember, we haven’t done anything wrong. We have no reason to act like it.”

Naila wasn’t used to working with anyone she wasn’t paying. And yeah, she was paying Kai but it was different. He was different from the private investigators and the mercenaries and the hitmen. 

For one, he was infinitely more annoying. 

“Also, where are we going?” Naila asks even as she continues to keep pace with him, glancing at him curiously as she arches a brow. “Do you have a secure location in mind or are we just strolling aimlessly? Because, if it wasn’t clear, we are not done going over this whole thing. I’m willing to seperate and regroup for now if necessary but otherwise I’d like to finish what we started.” Naila pauses a second to glance around them casually  before adding, “if you’re really that spooked I know a place not far from here.”

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pcllx‌:

– “I DIDN’T…I’M NOT LIKE THAT,” esme protests. she should stop to wonder about how naila is so insightful, but she doesn’t. a girl like naila probably never needs to ask questions, and while esme’s never been short of wanting, her own insecurities act like a barrier for her. it’s why she’s not strong enough to leave this fight unscathed. more than anything, she wants to be the girl who can laugh at this, hold her head high and forget about it, but if she was that girl, naila wouldn’t be doing this. she watches the wheels turn in naila’s mind at her statement and the more the silence falls between them, the more esme wants to sink into the floor. she wishes anything about this situation was slightly different – she wishes hunter’s girl was someone nicer, she wishes she wasn’t so needy and never called, and she wishes she didn’t have such a sordid history with him. she shouldn’t be surprised at the hatred in naila’s eyes, the knowledge that this part of their conversation has nothing to do with any game. but it catches her off-guard all the same, mainly because esme still doesn’t see herself as any sort of threat to what hunter and naila have. if anything, naila is the threat to the one thing that makes her feel the safest. “that’s – that’s fair,” esme says with resolve, “you’re right, i shouldn’t…i’m sorry.” and part of her really feels like she deserves whatever storm naila sends her way. maybe it’s what she needs to finally move on. “i don’t know what else you want me to say, naila. so, do your worst, i guess.”

“sure you aren’t, esme.” naila replies with an almost sweet smile despite her blatant lack of belief in that statement. if esme wasn’t like that, then naila would eat her own stiletto. after all, naila has been observing esme closely since the moment she got the feeling that the other girl wasn’t just a passing booty call in hunter’s life, and even more thoroughly once she realized she wasn’t just a casual acquaintance of angel’s. she kept a close eye on esme, took note of what she did, and what she didn’t do. honestly, at this point naila had done everything short of ordering a private investigator. but that was a thought. maybe she should change that. it might be the only way to make sure esme actually does what she says she will. naila has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at esme’s response, instead simply narrowing them as she says, “i want you to stop saying anything, esme. we both know your words mean nothing. start actually doing the shit you say you’re going to do, or maybe i really will do my worst.” with that naila finally figures she’s had enough with this conversation. if esme hasn’t gotten the hint by now, then, well. naila’s worse might really be necessary. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve kept my boyfriend waiting long enough.” naila says as she smiles almost sweetly at esme, glancing over to where hunter is before she glances over esme pointedly one last time. “but this conversation has been productive.” with that, naila reaches over to pat esme’s cheek tenderly, like a parting between close friends as she allows her cheeks to dimple with her smile, “ and i really hope, for your sake esme, that we don’t have to have it again.” with that naila turns, her long hair swinging in an arc behind her as she waves cheerfully at esme over her shoulder, her bright, “see you later!” almost coming across sincere. 

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warrxns‌:

“sorry, it’s just really hard to believe my ears. you, a saint,” he replies. there isn’t much room for her to snipe back at him, however, because their limousine finally arrives at the casino’s entrance. he offers his hand. “necessary touching,” he points out, in case she protests. he rolls his eyes. “and of course not.”

he helps her walk into the establishment, perfectly gentlemanly in his manner. several steps later, he places his hands around her waist. “EVERYONE, everyone!” he announces, in a fake voice that’s impressively different from his real, confident tone.

although it doesn’t stray too greatly from warren’s natural tenor pitch, there’s just something nervous about the way “ermann” speaks. it’s an indefinable quality, the way his fake voice doesn’t tremble perceptibly yet has the markings of a highly strung academic all over it. “i just want to scream, i could scream from the rooftops — i’m in love! i’m in love with my wife!” he leans lower to give naila an excited kiss, one of a giddy newlywed’s. 

Naila isn’t surprised that basically the moment she gives the okay for necessary touching Warren is making a show of kissing her. Hell, she can’t even blame him. Yeah, she does wish she got a bit of fucking warning, but even she can grudgingly admit that kiss was a decent distraction for the guards and casino goers around them. 

Of course, Naila, or rather Cassandra, reacts seamlessly, beaming proudly at her husband’s proclamation and leaning up eagerly into the kiss. Naila focuses solely on making sure her lips are still curved into an absolutely elated smile through the smooch, on making sure she slides the fingers off her left hand through Warren’s hair to show off the ring, rather than entertaining any thoughts of the last time the two of them had been in this position. 

Naila pulls back only to pepper her husbands face with kisses, brushing their noses together as she smiles up at him and responds with accented, “...and I love you.” Before she’s directing her gaze to the crowd of enthusiastically clapping patrons their little show has gathered with a bright laugh as she shows off her ring, “yes, yes, thank you! We accept all of your congratulations, thank you so much!”