c o n a r t i s t

“ ah, come on, rella.” sammy scoffed. “ not all moments, man. there’s gotta be some moments you, like, cherish and stuff, ya know ?? ”

@narclla said:  ❝ why is the rum always gone? ❞

kirsa pouted, picking up the empty bottle. “it’s gotten more popular since we got a lot of pirates roamin’ the place –” she squinted up at the top shelf of the liquor cabinet. “is that one there…?”

narella syn was cold, hard, and cruel. she was a world-class con artist, and she had never cared about anyone. it was how she lived. it was her way of life. she had never expected it to change.

then, though, she arrived in auradon.

what she thought would simply be an opportunity to steal from her world’s wealthiest turned into something much, much more intense.

Warren drew closer to Narella, slipping his hand into her’s in the process.  “Well what you say we do it soon? Like this weekend perhaps?” he questioned with a soft glint in his eyes. 

“And here, I complimented you,” Karp barked. The Russian accent that was always reminiscent in his voice sharpened his tone. Not that it would help. “It’s not a flaw when it’s an insult, Narella, and you seem to only insult me. Is it because I can see your abandonment plain and clear?”

“Well i’d like to think the same about myself.” he chimed a cocky grin on his face. “But seriously, if you ever want to go out again just let me know…that is if you would like.” he added in, hoping not to sound too desperate. 

jacinta stared at herself in the mirror, posing in various ways that showed off the new necklace. “it’s beautiful!” she said with a grin. “though aren’t you the best alien in town?”

The ghosts smile softened as he heard her words. “I’m really glad that you are as well.’ he admitted. Warren tried his hardest not to grin like an idiot but he ultimately failed. “Did you now? Well so did I.” he said, moving in closer. 

Isadora was walking out of the store, a few bags in hand. She had purchased ingredients to make gumbo, but the grocer didn’t have any of the spices she needed. Specifically, gumbo file powder. Isadora had driven her car to Auradon, driving all the way from New Orleans. Maybe she should give her mother a call? Tiana was probably busy with the restaurant and Isadora couldn’t call her father. He tended to want to chit chat instead of help and even though she loved her father, Isadora needed help with the gumbo recipe. Lost in her thoughts she bumped into someone and dropped her bag of canned goods, “Excuse me sugar, I was not paying attention.”

Originally posted by westallengrandice

He only listened, not saying anything until she was done speaking. He couldn’t necessarily relate. He had never had to worry about anyone aside from himself before. Even his friends from the mansion were, well dead so there was never any real danger they had to face. “Well I hope she’s doing okay.” he told her gently. He chuckled and shook his head in response. “I’m doing alright. There’s not much that fazes me anymore.” he admitted. 

( @narclla )

Warren had not been fazed by the whole Ursula situation. He had remained most of his undead life in a mansion with plenty of mischievous ghosts so chaos was something he was used to. Still, he worried how Narella had been taking everything and had decided to check up on her. Approaching her, he shot her a charming yet surprisingly gentle smile her way. “Hey, beautiful. You doing alright?” he asked as he sat beside her. 

narella hadn’t really been upset over the chaos. everyone in her ohana was alright, and that was what mattered to her. everyone else? she couldn’t have cared less --- almost. as much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t help but worry about warren, and so, when she saw him walking her way, she couldn’t help but feel relieved.