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 tiger would stand and stare for a while. It was hard to describe what she felt, but there have been red hues following her for a long time, sitting in silence as she awaits the correct moments to give them attention. Right now, it was not the right time - it was not even the right shades. That fiery red lay dormant, while crimson made its way through, along with something cold and full of fear. Perhaps even regret. Maybe not, though. She had learned something from that experience. Something important. She had burned it away, too. It was dead. The eyes were not dead. They were alive. He never quite got what he wanted, he only managed to destroy her life in ways no one really could have foreseen. But maybe it was all bound to happen anyway. She was not a fortune teller, and neither was he. It did not matter now, anyway. All that did was the present. She learned that through him, too, in a sense. Had he never attacked her, sent her into fear, lie to her, had she never killed that Pittian, she never gotten her memories stolen, she never been made a slave, had she never died and returned, she may have never learned these lessons.

But, oh how she was forever bitter. Forgiveness was earned, and he would never earn it.

The female - she had learned all of this, but still here she stood, living within the past. It was crashing down onto her, forcing her to hold back chokes. Here she stared, not truly there. The powerful captain her crewmates had come to see her fully become the past several months was bursting at the seams. This piece of driftwood would never be forgotten by one individual, so long as she shall live. And the memories she associates with her, they will never stop affecting her. She may have learned all of this, she may have burned it down, moved on, but it would always remain with her. How could it not?

What a sight.

The moment the tiger pushed herself forward, tears would instantly swell into her heterochromatic eyes. That striking green, the newer icy blue was blocked by salty tears, always powerful legs now shaking pathetically. She had never known the fates of Deldrach and him, but she had always hoped...hoped she could see the female once more. She prayed that she had been free from his grasp. She wished so desperately that the female had been safe. But, there had never been any way of knowing. Even when she broke down, crying out their names. Decius.

"D-Deldra-ach..." her sharp voice falters, giving away a sight of Goldenluxury Roux that had not been seen in a very, very long time. The little girl had come out once more. Goldie's fears, they all fell away, joining her salty tears as they absorbed into the sand. "I'm sorry..."

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."

Ignoring the female's words - perhaps they hadn't even entered the tiger at all, she tries to muster out what she has needed to for so very long. "I wanted - I tried t' warn you," Goldie's voice is soft, all of her emotions flowing out between her words. The thought that she would have to choose between lives had terrified her young mind, causing thoughts to swirl and making her wonder if it was worth it to think, to breathe at all. Countless check-ups, on everyone, every single morning and night, a constant panic attack choking her, static, hallucinations, thoughts drowning her. She never told anyone - not until both Decius and Deldrach were long gone, and no one ended up dying in the end. Others got hurt, oh yes, but there was never any deaths caused by the male. But she still couldn't help but feel guilty over it all, and that had never really gone away. She couldn't apologize, she couldn't even know if things had really turned out okay for everyone else - not until Deldrach showed her face again. This is why the tiger cannot contain herself now. "I'm sorry." She apologizes one more, unable to express her feelings any other way. She wasn't afraid of Decius anymore. If he were to ever show his presence anywhere, she would not hesitate to kill him on the spot. What she was afraid of now, though, she wasn't so sure. Fear was present somewhere in her, with the cold shades, but she can't quite place what it was for.

Goldie is able to recollect herself a little more now, though, breaths still quite shaky and tears still present, but there is more balance at least, and a realization that there was now watching eyes. Her stance is tense, expression twitching between a stoic neutrality and range of emotions that overwhelmed her. Relief, surely, was the greatest of them all, as she is able to take in this reality further. She gains further control now, breathing in deeply as she glances towards Darksouls. "This is...Deldrach, an old friend." Her voice is still soft and shaken like before, but it holds the authority she would normally have speaking to her crewmates. She turns her attention back to the female now, an almost pleading look in her eyes. "I c-can...show you 'round, or catch you up, or anythin' ya want."

The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart

"things are always changing for sure - its why it's so nice when you find those few familiarities" rumbled a cool if tired voice, several prongs of spines and horns casting a shadow come to life that looked far more formidable than he usually acted.

watching familiar faces come and go reminded the shadow of how scarce he'd been - but he'd simply been so weary lately, losing track of days then months (and to an immortal being, losing track of time was dangerous, for one second you looked all the mortal friends might be long dust and echoes when you looked back)

but Luciferus merely offered a smile and a nod, briefly the mismatched gaze lingering to darksouls and then back to those more familiar (again there are faces here he's neglected to get to know, friends he could have made if he hadn't been so...lost for a time)

"Welcome back"

he doesn't speak about the unfortunate times with old ghosts and cruel killers - he won't add to the hurts and Goldie is already brave facing so well.

LUCIFERUS GRIMM