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Mr. and Mrs. Smith (2005), dir. Doug Liman
*in a haunted house* *walls start bleeding and spell ６ ６ ６*
*pulls out sharpie and makes it ６9 ６9 ６9*
— Nikita Gill, Never Forget
Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
Arianne Martell, A Feast For Crows. (via queenmakcr-archived)
( portia ).
@choicelesshope·: “ this… is really going to hurt. ” ( nish to portia! )
Terribly erroneous it would be to claim that Portia was medically inclined. She hardly had the eye for spotting subtle injuries, nor the steady hand to properly tend to a wound. Such traits lied predominantly within her brother’s realm of expertise, but that was hardly of any help when he was elsewhere. No matter, the handmaiden trusted her skills enough so that outwardly she managed an expression of assurance, even if doubt curled through her mind like a bitter reminder of the education she’d not received.
“Nonsense! Don’t even worry about it at all, I’ll fix it up in no time.” The redhead coaxed the other woman to lay back on the couch where a curious Pepi was waiting to curl up at Nish’s side. Kneeling beside it on the rug Portia sifted through the bag she’d planted beside herself, nose crinkled in concentration. The little aid bag was something she’d put together herself and still…
That didn’t seem to mean it was any more organized. The fact that she’d been able to find it had been fortunate in itself.
A smile solely for the purpose of assuaging her present company’s nerves tugged at her lips as she blew an unruly strand of hair from her face, a mirror of ease and warmth only slightly frayed at the edges by the minor disorganization she could berate herself for later. “Wanna tell me what happened?” She could try to guess how the apprentice had managed to get injured if she truly wanted, but Portia was nothing if not a willing ear to listen and the flow of pleasant conversation would hopefully serve as a viable distraction from less pleasant realities.
though she could hardly say all foul disposition had found a way to leave her body ( no, with the occasional bite of pain coming from her wound a reminder of last night and all of her choices ) nish easily came to notice how hard it was to cling onto anger when her company was portia and her smile: the sunny room in her beautiful home, her cat looking at her with big bright eyes. hell, it almost felt like the cozy images offered in tales, the stories for children to make them know safety, and peace.
❝ sure you’re just a handmaiden? damn, you spoke that one like a true nurse, all genius hands and years of expertise on her. ❞ she delivered with the beginning of a smile; gratitude before following her instruction and finally settling on the couch, fear receding to no more than a murmur on her throat. you’d think—that with all of her recklessness, the frequency of how many times trouble and she had met eye to eye, the apprentice would have learned a thing or two about tending to her own wounds, or—at the very least, how to go through a procedure with a stoic face and no comments about how annoying it all was. in reality, nish had but the patience of an eight-year-old, and a penchant for drama asra loved to tease every now and then.
which reminded her—
❝ oh, about that… ❞ her question, the many truths that it involved. certainly, the possibility of lying to her and taking her attention elsewhere came to her instinctually; a habit learned quite some time ago and one she used carelessly nowadays. yet—if it was like that, why didn’t words came out of her mouth the moment that she requested it, like it had been for her after almost every turn of events? well, perhaps… her exhaustion didn’t only come from her body right now; she felt tired—worn out by the weight of silence, somehow.
and... she didn't like it a single bit.
❝ asr—my master, he left last night for the millionth time this year. despite asking him not to, as if that ever helped in the past. ❞ and right in the middle of a job requested by the countess herself, no less ( one she would have appreciated as much help from her mentor from all things ). ❝ and—you know, his things are at the store, his so-easily-to-vandalize-in-a-rage-fit things and i hoped that a walk would do me any sort of good but—well, i ran into some people that i know and… it was all fun and games until we were running from a guard for reasons i sincerely cannot recall. ❞ she confessed with a bit of laugh; turning to her and raising an eyebrow before adding to that. ❝ i’m an excellent wall climber should you ever need one, but last night—god, that wasn’t one of my best performances at all. ❞
okay, it maybe felt a little better to not hold onto that on her own. ❝ any… chance you can keep that between us so your remarkable boss doesn’t fire me for now? i might... not be done enjoying both the company and the kitchen’s heavenly pastries just yet. ❞
( beautiful stranger )
@choicelesshope liked for a starter -
It isn’t that Nadia hates formal parties. She just… finds them rather dull. There is only so much you can do for an entire night and, after a while, everyone loses that sense of appeal they had walked into the party with. Today is no different. She finds herself stepping away from a group of chatty suitors; she had tried to shoo them away with her bored expressions but had been unsuccessful.
It takes all but a moment for ruby-colored eyes to find someone else worth worth speaking to.
Nish is standing by one of the long tables at the corner of the vast room. When Nadia spots her, her brows shoot up in an interested arch, like she has found the answer to a very complicated riddle. She strides across the room - looking like the kind of women you only see in dreams - the tail of her dress trailing close behind.
“Enjoying the food?” Nadia asks as she approaches Nish; her purple-painted lips showcasing a knowing smile. Ruby-like eyes set themselves upon a hearty plate of appetizers and desserts, and, if anyone asked her to place a bet on the answer to her question in the next few minutes, she wouldn’t hesitate in choosing ‘yes’. This stranger liked to attend her parties without the proper invitation. How she had snaked her way in to the hall wasn’t ever a question of anger in her mind - more of curiosity.
As the countess picks a colorful treat off of the table next to them, she pushes away the urge to ask.
“I could eat a hundred of these and never get sick,” She states, before shoving the entire square into her mouth. It slides down her tongue in one quick push, leaving her to lick the lingering crumbs off her lips. “There’s a balcony out back with a beautiful view. Why don’t you join me in admiring it? Unless you want to socialize.” The choice is yours, of course.
let it be known, sometimes you simply had to accept life’s most generous offerings and be thankful for that. no fighting, not going against the current. and by god—thanking your every lucky star when such an offering came in the form of a goddess taken from some classic painting standing right in front of you, no less.
no, the girl’s initial plan was not far from her everyday scheme down at the market: a couple flashy tricks here and there, a quick hand ( namely, a frequently hungry, and luxury-excited one no less ) finding her way into some pockets, some hands and necks—taking what no one would really miss and making the most of such a rich environment, you know—dancing a few songs and finding out what real chocolate tasted like, the kind of fun you couldn’t really miss when a certain royal from this lands had a taste for throwing parties almost everyday ( or some that lasted more than just a day, entire weeks even from what she’ve heard from the balcony of her own place ). and while she had come prepared to witness beauty aplenty—nothing, and must i repeat, NOTHING, would have prepared her for the vision that called for her attention just a second ago.
❝ i’m—hah—i—wow—hi? ❞ if she really heard anything the other said at the first of her interventions, we are still a couple of minutes away until she could process it completely, perhaps—too shocked that she’ve been caught red-handed when all that was in her head was the size of one of the plates ( its contents delicious judging by sight, and definitely something she’d like to bring back to the shop, in case asra is still around to share them with her ) and the striking thought that from all the guests present in this place ( some she could sworn had been called by royal titles, go figure ) the woman in the long-tailed dress had chosen to speak to her most humble self. not that she would complain, of course.
❝ i could—definitely take a break now, god—this party, hah, this… way you said? ❞ she smiled her most charming smile, as if she wasn’t using the hands behind her back to reinforce the illusion spell she had casted on her clothes to look like those of the other guests, her disguise in a perfect state the next time the lady casted a look on her, hopefully, suspecting nothing of the subtly re-lived colors of her dress.
❝ i believe we have not been introduced just yet, haven’t we? i must apologize, little accident got me running late to the opening act. ❞ refusing to let go of the lie, nish did as she's always done when taking part on her little heists: look around when no one’s looking, stick to your part of the play and make do as you go. don’t apologize, don’t over do it, and if all else fails a little distraction and you’re out as quick as you can. ❝ i’ve been wanting to visit this place for so long! is it your first time here as well? oh—i’m guessing not, you walk like you own these corridors, if you allow me to say so. ❞
little did she know, wouldn’t you say?
( master )
@choicelesshope· asked: ‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’ ( nish to asra! )
ways to react to an injury ( not accepting! )
there are plenty of ways one can answer that, each one a blade unto their own chest as much as it would be towards hers —– some wry, hinting comment about how she, of all people, should be able to sense it the most, or some gasp to the revelation of god, that hurts! that holds a pain in the form of wheezing ribs trying to hold back their laughter —– but any teasing retorts fall flat as their eyes meet her own. this is not what she wants, nor needs, to hear, that much they know and can tell very well at this moment in hand: something crazy, reckless and irresponsible actions of a magician who leaves without a second glance who decides their next grand scheme is to jump straight back into the great unknown, existence a small scattering of bubbles across the oceans surface before their head makes it’s own grand return. they cannot explain what exactly made them do it and they can barely recall any thoughts they had given before he’d taken the plunge but it can hardly be of thought right now, at this time. what’s more important is that the unbreakable frown has disappeared from her face, behind her eyes, and asra has succeeded in nothing more than completing the goals they have at this time for an apprentice who’s been gone, lost, far too much that not even they are sure they can make up for it.
❛ … more than okay. ❜ asra replies, a comfort, reassurance, spoken with laughter spilling from their lips and a gleam in their eyes; both arms lift, ricocheting more droplets of water across their face as they then call out again. ❛ no matter where i have gone, the spells i’ve cast and the people i’ve seen, nothing has been quite as enjoyable as letting go like this. ❜ their arms wave quickly, not too overzealous but enough to enforce his unspoken wish: join me, let go, if i cannot help your sadness through words then please accept my actions in their wake and he has hope that nish will be able to understand it as such. momentary happiness, perhaps, but no longer the dark clouds that seemed to encompass the mood. momentary happiness, just for the presence of something brighter than the cold sheets and empty plate they’ll leave in just a few morning’s time again. ❛ … why don’t you give it a try? with me here, there’s no need to panic. i’ll catch you if you fall … just trust me. ❜
it’s but a second in time—acutely small, a grain of sand you wouldn’t notice nor care for in the slightest, yet—for her, it’s a second in which the world stops in its axis, ice shards entering her veins and pausing her breath as their figure disappear from sight; no warning that could have prepared her, not a thing to fill in their gap but her imagination and the sudden kind of terror she could only associate with the idea of them.
of their absence, sometimes. of things that cannot be, since there’s not a single record of them in her mind.
nish hadn’t been standing near the cliff, not for the sensible measures people take against heights and wild winds; probably not even in lack of passion for the sight it could provide, but because—and this is not a sentiment all too new for her, because she had got acquainted with the tug in her stomach, the realization without a need to be established that asra, his mentor, the only person that was important in her life would, unavoidably, leave in a matter of days. when? she couldn’t say for sure, but too many ( happy, joyous days ) had passed with them around the store and she have long learned not to let herself dream of them staying this time; not like before, in which she held onto invisible signs that this time, just this time, he would choose home over the trips that had a claim on their heart.
and—can she blame them though? had she not dream of running off, seeing the world they’re constantly hunting down?
well, it was a thing of seconds in which she tended to the rain of her thoughts, and then another of her running to the edge, her heart in a grip after the sound of the fall and her eyes searching for the sight of them in the waters. ❝ ASRA! ❞ their name instead of their title rushing off of her mouth until she saw them again, big grin on their features. ❝ are you crazy?! you scared the hell out of me! god i’m killing you once you’re out… ❞ and though she recognized the scolding in her voice, so did the apprentice feel her heart going back to normal, shortly, only to be bothered by the intervention of their laughter, the pretty gleam in their lavender eyes. why? she would have wanted to ask, why had they that power over her, the secret to dissipate her anger, every dark thought, transform them into wonder.
❝ you do know i don’t know how to swim, right? ❞ she answered, laying over the ground, arms crossed over the end of the rocks. ❝ you should know, you never bothered to include that skill in our sessions. ❞ insisting, she watched as they played on the ocean, how their clothes swimmed around them and how their smile stole her of the certainty of their departure. perhaps—and only perhaps, she could delay this sorrow for a few months ahead, after they had come back and became ready to leave again.
❝ i so grant you full responsibility for this. ❞ she ended up warning them, standing from her position and disappearing from sight for just a moment, the possibility of her returning to the woods only discredited when she reapered once more, confident strides and one leap aimed to their position down below, with the girl turned into a laughing mess. no, she did not know how to swim, but would there be someone—anyone in this life she trusted more blindly than them and only them?
certainly, she would have argued against that any day and anytime you’d want.
( doctor devorak )
Julian looked over at his shoulder and smirked at the stranger who had been very unsubtly following him for a while now. He didn’t feel as though he was in any immediate danger - though perhaps he ought to; Julian did have a knack for getting himself into trouble by being overly cocky - so he wasn’t worried.
❝ Shall we just cut past the awkward part where you pretend you’ve not been following me and try and make up some excuse and I pretend not to have noticed? ❞ he asked with a sly raise of his eyebrow. ❝ I could assume you’re following me because you want to get a better look at my devilish good looks, but I’m going to guess that’s not quite what you had in mind, hm? ❞
❝ why, i really thought we were on that sweet point in our relationship where you can break into my home and i can follow you around like a lost puppy, sir. ❞ she smiles, and not the slightest bit of shame raises to the face of the apprentice. ❝ hm, how very disappointing. ❞
but though these were the streets and alleys she’s used to, the ones she has never been afraid of while sneaking through the night, nish can help but feel the quick pace of his own heart. an oddity, you see, the very price she’s been paying for ever since that invitation to the palace a morning ago.
❝ listen— ❞ and a bit of concern settles in the curve of her brows. ❝ im not usually this thoughtful but… i may have reasons to believe you are in a lot more trouble than you’ve been in the last few years. so—wouldn’t you have a minute to sit and talk, perhaps? ❞ a night and many a day, if possible. as much as to make her understand a little more of what she got herself into in less than twenty four hours by now.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
NAME : nish (complete name is nisha vermell but she introduced herself as “just nish” from the start, after losing her memories the rest of her name got lost).
EYE COLOR : bright amber, almost gold.
HAIR STYLE / COLOR : long, brown hair, wavy.
HEIGHT : 1.58 m.
CLOTHING STYLE : sleeveless tops, light colored and cut short; long ample skirts in bright colors such as orange, pinks; a turquoise shawl that she uses over her shoulders or around her hips if she doesnt feel cold enough.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : eyes.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
FEARS : to end up alone. having difficulty to breath. small places.
GUILTY PLEASURE : fantasizing over the things she’d buy if she actually finished her share of work.
BIGGEST PET PEEVE : sidewalk hogs.
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : to become the skilled magician asra thinks she can be.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : what if i dont open the shop today?
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : what to do to not get bored (the adhd is strong in this one).
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : the house is too silent and how much she doesnt like that.
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : that she’s fun to be around.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : single-
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : loved.
BEAUTY OR BRAINS : brains.
DOGS OR CATS : dogs (sorry alwa).
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…
LIE : quite a bit.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : yes.
BELIEVE IN LOVE : definitely.
WANT SOMEONE : yes.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…
BEEN ON STAGE : at least every week.
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : no.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.
FAVORITE COLOR : orange.
FAVORITE ANIMAL : birds, especially parrots.
FAVORITE BOOK : none (definitely not a reader).
FAVORITE GAME : drink games.
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : july 29
HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 27
𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟿 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
I LOVE : shiny things.
I FEEL : with way too much energy right now, who wants to hang out?
I HIDE : nothing? (coughliar)
I MISS : asra... and faust.
I WISH : i could remember.
I couldn’t heal because I kept pretending I wasn’t hurt.
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