beware, beware

nyah grimaldi. xxii. musician.          beware, beware, be skeptical of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold. DECEIT so natural, but a wolf in sheeps clothing is more than a warning. bah-bah black sheep, have you any soul? no sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? aware, aware, you stalk your prey. with criminal mentality, you sink your teeth into the people you depend on. infecting EVERYONE, you're quite the problem. fee-fi-fo-fum, you better RUN and HIDE.

[nyxhs]

partyfallen:

“no harm, no foul,” fallen said, her usual loud volume briefly taking the backseat. on the inside she felt like she was dying but she managed to keep it off her face for the most part ( which was surprising considering neither aaliyah nor fallen were known for being able to keep their emotions in check ). “i, uh, always seem to remind somebody of someone. i can never tell if that’s a good thing or not. i guess with a dead person its not so great… ” she said, idly twiddling her thumbs as her breath trembled. she had no choice but to play stupid; her livelihood and well being literally depended on it. fallen forced herself to face her sister, offering her a faux friendly grin. “i’m fallen, by the way.” 

“hm.” nyah couldn’t bring herself to look away from aaliyah’s face. she’d aged well over the past six years, but she couldn’t keep herself from imagining her fourteen year old sister standing before her. the grin that ‘fallen’ offered her made nyah want to throw up. “i don’t care.” she plainly stated, rigidly walking past the shorter female to get to the bar to pour herself a tall glass of whatever the fuck would make her forget this interaction in the morning, making sure to steer clear of hitting aaliyah’s shoulder. she didn’t want to touch her. she didn’t want to even look at her right now. the sight of her was enough that nyah felt lightheaded. “sorry for bothering you.” she was sorry, but more for herself than for her sister. 

[nyxhs]

noellesl:

“oh, calm down, you bore,” noelle’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the slight nuisance the other was already giving her after a mere ten seconds of conversation, “we’ll all be making big bucks after this show, anyway.”

“are you at least going to clean it up?” she didn’t care -- this person was a stranger. if anything, she hoped the producers got onto her for damaging property. “where the hell did you get the hard stuff? i’ve been looking for ages and i couldn’t find anything other that diet coke.”

[nyxhs]

noellesl:

“— merde!” noelle cursed, hands subconsciously face palming her forehead as she looked down at the glass she had formerly held in her hand now shattered into tiny pieces on the floor. was she already a little tipsy? maybe … okay, yes. but who can blame a girl when there’s a free bar to take advantage of?

“ -- shit!” the echo of shattering glass was enough to startle nyah out of her silence, eyes widening for a moment before the deadpan expression took over once again. “way to go. i hope we don’t have to pay for that.”

[nyxhs]

partyfallen:

fallen had been in the midst of a big stretch when she had unknowingly been made by the ghost of identities past. “what happened?” she asked, a big yawn following before she sat back up straight. obviously, she hadn’t been aware who was speaking. fallen took a double take when she spotted nyah, quickly diverting her eye - as if that’d somehow help.

nyah could feel every nerve in her body shutting down. every limb going numb. how she remained standing, we’ll never know. her expression morphed from surprise to something quite emotionless, eyes vacant as she stared at the living, breathing person who was supposed to be dead. “nothing happened. it’s my mistake.” even her voice became monotonous as her steely glare cut into the younger woman. she would not let any emotion show -- she would not let people see that this was wrecking her. “i thought you were someone else. but that someone is dead, y’see. so it couldn’t possibly be you.”

[nyxhs]

assayed:

❝  is that how you think we talk?” prince asked, knowing full well he had just said it only moments ago. he hadn’t truly noticed he had an accent until coming to america; it seemed to be all anything noticed about him. “i’m more partial to bog off or make tracks.” 

“is that the only question you know how to ask?” she retorted, tilting her head to the side. she should have just ignored him. that would have been more beneficial to her. damn his pretty face. “make tracks sounds stupid. see ya.” nyah gave a half assed salute, turning to walk away.

[nyxhs]

partyfallen:

“i think i’m dying,” fallen breathlessly ( and dramatically ) announced, letting herself plop onto the nearest couch she could find after crossing the threshold into the main house. she was by no means an athletic person and that obstacle course was no joke. “at least tell me i’m like super ripped now … give me something to live for.”

The voice was too familiar. She'd been hearing that voice in her sleep for so long. Nyah's entire body went rigid, and she glanced over her shoulder, bile rising in her throat at the sight of the carbon copy of their mother. "What the fuck?"

[nyxhs]

assayed:

❝  oh, is my chronic lung condition an inconvenience for the vibe? that’s my bad. me and my lack of oxygen will just piss off next time,” he shrugged at the mention of his inhaler. “reckon its around here somewhere. ‘m not sure where they put everybody’s shit.” 

“now that you mention it, i have no idea where they’ve put our stuff either.” nyah frowned at the thought, suddenly feeling uneasy, not that her expression showed it. visibly, she seemed annoyed. internally, anxiety seemed to grip her by the balls. “do you want help looking for it, or are you gonna snap and tell me to ‘piss off’ or whatever it is you british people say.”

[nyxhs]

assayed:

❝  it’s a bit of an embellishment, dude,” prince said, adopting an american accent for his last word. “plus i’ve quite literally got asthma but thanks for your input.” 

“a bit of an embellishment, y’say?” she mimicked his accent, scrunching her nose. “i wonder if it’s your accent that’s making you sound just a little whiny.” nyah muttered, before placing her hands on her hips. “do you have your inhaler on you, or do you need to go grab it?”

[nyxhs]

assayed:

❝  was the intent to make me cry on day one? because ─ shit ─ there are easier ways. i don’t know if i need a cigarette or an inhaler.”

“dude, are you kidding? that was nothing. a bouncy house course is worse than that.”