ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

Finding love has never once been the female's priority, if it were to happen, then she would not complain, and if it didn't, she would still be fine. And, either way, those dead, unwanted children did not necessarily leave a very nice taste in her mouth. She's taken in children before, taken care of them, even let them refer to her as their mother if they wish, but that was much different. It was a courtesy thing - she's never had a mom, and she did not wish for any child to grow up without a single parent. Even she, as a small kitten, knew that she needed her papa - so she made her way into his life, until he finally accepted her. What was most important to her was to make her family happy, and now, to be the best captain possible. Both of these ideals often lead to the conclusion that she could not sleep - at least not often (she's tried, and failed, to go so many days without rest, and she's quite past that point of crashing and burning).

While she had the same tolerance as both (what she assumes her mama had, anyway) her parents when it came to their alcohol, she was a rare sight in their tavern, and anyone who knew her would know why. The female had work to do. She always had work to do. And, to be honest, while she did try to make an effort - especially as a child - to get to know all of her crewmates, she has gone back into her introverted nature a bit further, and allowed herself to be more reserved when she can be. The captain just left the jungle, her harpy eagle holding a dead squirrel in his mouth. The otherworldly glow that emits from her heterochromatic eyes is much more obvious now it is night, the cold blue and green striking through the dark. Her gaze lands upon the female.

She scents Tanglewood and tilts her head curiously, walking over to her. "You're here pretty late," she'd comment casually as she grew closer. The golden tiger's wings shift slightly, resting more comfortably on her back. She is not so bothered by Sam just waltzing about the island at night, though it is a little weird, she is more so curious about why she did. "The pirates showin' you a good time?"

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

The tigress watches her responses quietly, nodding slowly to her first set of words. To be honest, near anytime she went away to think ended up resulting in some sort of disastrous thing happening to her. It was better to simply stay home, even if her shushed adventurous spirit always craved to see the world - her family is here, and she has so many responsibilities here now, there was simply no time. She'd accepted that a long time ago. "S'pose I get that, though don' do that so much these days I mus' admit." However, whether she was referring specifically to getting away from her crewmates or thinking in general, she did not bother to specify. Her words are quieter than her normal volume, seeing as this is just a private conversation at night. There is no need to send her voice slicing through the calm air for now.

To the next replies she receives, she'd offer a small grin. "Of course, 'll always appreciate the company of folks I can trust." Her words are genuine and straight-forward. Leroy proved that to her - admitting that Stryker had crossed their territory days ago, despite any repercussions that may come of him stating it. Even if the words didn't come from their leader, which she would have preferred, she will not scold him over it. She was willing to give Crow benefit of the doubt, in case he thought it not so important - maybe he didn't know the extent of Stryker's crimes...and he's still recovering from that concussion, maybe that's clouding his judgement. Nonetheless, she would worry about it for another time.

The tiger sighs silently, glancing out to the reflective waters surrounding them before turning back to Sam. "Well, if you're tryna' think by yourself, d' ya want me t' go? 'm not tryna' t' invade your privacy." That would simply be rude - to continue a conversation one did not want to have. She is not super concerned about an ally sitting on their island unguarded. Trust was earned, and Tanglewood as a whole earned hers a while ago, even if she did not necessarily know more than a few of them past a name and face. Hell, her papa had let Snowbound live with them a year ago - one little ally staying the night was not going to end the world. "An', if ya need somewhere t' rest for the night, the Tavern's always got open beds upstairs." Normally she offers her submarine to newer members, but she quite honestly did not want to risk the possibility of a stranger wandering about her home's rooms at the moment, no matter if she trusted them or not.

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

Goldie's response to Sam's came quite easily, having a very firm philosophy over those you keep close. She's been backstabbed before - quite literally, her former body's back destroyed - and she was more cautious about who she let in her circle nowadays. After all, she used to think Stryker was preaching some sort of truth. Childish ideals have been destroyed, and she knows better now. Maybe better than most. "What's the point o' bein' friends if ya feel like ya can't trust 'em?" the female offered quietly. Even her crewmates that she wasn't necessarily - close to, she needed to feel like she could trust them, and it was important they felt the same towards her, which is why she hated keeping secrets so much, and was so bad at lying as a child. Truthfully, she probably could never be a spy herself, even if her appearance wouldn't give her away immediately (as far as she knew, she did not possess shapeshifting powers). She had sensed a hint of anger within the female when she'd spoken the words, though she would not ask about it for now. Goldie, after all, is not a nosy individual. They all had their reasons to be angry. She knew she sure as fuck did.

If she knew Sam thought she was easy to talk to, the female would have put on a bright smile. The female always made an effort to be a conversationalist, even if the constant interactions wore her down eventually, because she figured that was important - her papa had been so good at it, so, so should she. And, with a little practice, she was, and then she even got to be head of the communication guild. An introvert being in charge of communication, isn't that funny? She still agreed, though, and she knows why now, that communication is important. Being able to speak smoothly and clearly is a skill she is very glad to have learned early on, despite any drawbacks that had came along (failure, fear, lost memories). Politics are like a game, and friends are simply something she enjoys having.

However, the female would give a nod as she stated she enjoyed her company. She didn't mind providing it. The tigress' feathered ear tips twitched to her assurance that she would be fine, and she would sit down herself, sighing silently. "There's no rush, I don' mind havin' ya here," the female would respond after Sam apologizes, shrugging slightly. "M' dad would always come t' visit m' papa n' I when he led Snowbound n' we were allies, so 've got no problems wit' lettin' an ally stay on the island." There is a hint of sadness, and nostalgia, as she mentions Jacob, and her papa. It was too long ago for her to grieve anymore, though. "Besides, I used to be roommates wit' Beck." She'd laugh and cut herself off from expanding on that - Sam could figure out for herself where she was trying to go with that. Of course, she'd no idea of any sour notes the boy may bring up - she still appreciated him for when he was there, no matter how chaotic and destructive he'd been.

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

She would give a slight nod to the female's response. She supposes she was a bit more fortunate, too, being the captain's daughter and all. Most folks knew better than to show her a hard time, either they were afraid of her or of her papa (or even both). Caesar, perhaps, was the only exception to this, but she had confidence as a child that he was simply an asshole - not someone to betray them. And, ultimately, she'd been mostly correct, up until she and Bakugou had been chosen over him as quartermaster, and he decided to show them all his true colors. He'd not shown face since, though, and she'd little reason to worry over him. He wasn't very strong in the first place, just really fucking sadistic and hot-headed. She didn't find herself running into anyone else - besides the male she'd already thought of - that she'd think would betray her. Of course, there were their previous allies - all of them. All of them can go burn for all she cares (one of them did, too).

Her ears would perk a little curiously about Beck being a sore spot, wondering what the child was up to now, only for her question to immediately be answered. Burned her cigarettes, oh. It'd been a while since she'd encountered anyone who smoked, it seemed like most folks knew the harms with it. Of course, she didn't know why Beck did it nor did she plan to judge Sam for it. It wasn't her life - everyone had their reasoning behind the shit they chose (now, whether or not it was always good reasons, she was not to be the judge of, most of the time). He'd been chaotic and destructive, but she still couldn't help but think of him fondly as an old friend ."Thas' a shame. The lil' guy saved my life once or twice," the female would state lightly, tilting her head back. She'd made some pretty stupid choices as a kid. "M' papa smoked," the words were a casual remark, not really eliciting any sort of reply, but lead into her next set of words. "Could prolly find some lyin' 'round somewhere." Maybe not the most responsible offer, but it wasn't her job to monitor everyone's health - so long as they weren't dying on her. She's the pirate captain, not the world's doctor.

"You're on some rich pirates' good sides now, so do with that what ya will," Goldie would joke, chuckling. Truthfully, she had way too much shit - she just really liked collecting, even if she did eventually get tired of having all of it and gave it away. It made for useful events and unique gifts, which was certainly one of her specialties.

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

"Good choice," the female would flash an approving, toothy grin towards her refusal. While she wasn't here to judge - it wasn't any of her business to know the why's what's of things like smoking, she would be glad to hear anyone quit an unhealthy habit like that. After all, her papa may be the best, but she never stated he was the smartest. Perhaps cunning and good with assessing social situations, but still not the wisest when it came to decisions for his own self. At least he'd made an effort to step away any time he would go for a smoke, not forcing anyone - much less his child, to sit in his own fumes. She was a bit less immortal than him, as far as she could tell, anyway, and she was all too familiar with the scents, the choking, the damage, experiencing it first hand. She'd never been interested in that sort of thing. There was no time to be killing her body in unproductive ways. (Refusing to sleep, at least, let her be productive.)

She would be pleased to hear her quip landed, feathered ear tips twitching. "One man's trash is another pirate's treasure. Junk's fun t' collect, when ya know how t' use it." She'd offer with a small shrug. Most of that junk, to be honest, ended up becoming jewelry. It was just the easiest, most universal way to use it. Her eyes would drift towards the shark tooth necklace supposedly given from her papa, one of her paws reaching up to mess with it subconsciously. Her feather earring and now necklace to always remind her, he'd always return, eventually.

She'd drift her attention away from her necklace and back to Sam, bringing herself back to the conversation at hand. "Ain' jus' called Goldenluxury for m' fur." To be fair, there was a lot of meaning behind her name. It earned itself a place in the dictionary at this point. Goldenluxury Roux is an oxymoron of sorts - she was simply destined to be so.