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 never really knew what the fate of Decius and Deldrach had been (well, up until now, with Deldrach), but it seemed like the male would not ever show himself again - as if he were simply a bad dream. A dark shadow that followed her for months, blinded by a sudden burning light. It was her own doing to let go. To burn down the shack that he had attacked her in. There were a lot of mixed up emotions she'd clung onto, never truly spoke aloud, forebode herself from uttering, but in that act of burning down the shack, those emotions were burned away too. Or at least very least, pushed aside like the ashes. A guilt still remained - knowing she had no idea where Deldrach was or what had happened to her, but it was a guilt she'd learn to live with, until finally the relief of seeing the female's face once more hit her. There is still so much she is holding back from her, so much she wants to say, but she cannot bring herself to. That childish fear still seemed to hold the captain back somehow. Even though she knew that if Decius ever dared show his presence anywhere again she would do anything and everything to destroy every last bit of him, she still held herself back around the female who may understand her words best.

Goldie would not approach the female immediately, simply watching for a moment before deciding to engage. Her interactions with Deldrach are perhaps different than with anyone else, and that is clear simply by the way the golden tiger looked at her. There is almost a silent sadness of sorts, no matter how she presented herself outwardly. Her movements are slow and soft as she moves towards her crewmate, sighing silently with a calm expression. "You smell," was all she'd offer at first, voice soft. The type of sand and dirt that clung to the female was something she would associate with the Pitt, even if the specific scent of their borders was absent, which causes the female to be a bit curious as to what she'd been doing. "Do you need that t' be treated?" Of course, referring to the cut. Unlike many, the female trusts Deldrach to the point she wouldn't ask.