06-25-2018, 09:02 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
"and you needed help," her reply was simple and quick. it wasn't hard to think of this one. his situation was much more important than her sleep. she could always sleep some other time, but he couldn't really control bleeding out without some help. "that's always more important." she emphasized this more than anything, hoping he would know better from now on. she would always help him if he needed it. she wanted him to be okay and she was more than willing to drop everything to make sure he was.
it's funny that he brought up her sleeping, though, because she has done absolutely none of that. the most rest she had gotten was when she had been knocked out after hitting her head. which is what he brought up next. his questions would leave her quiet for a second, having no good response. did somebody hurt her? surely none of her crewmates would do that, and she wasn't sure she smelled of anything other than the typhoon. maybe something did? she didn't really know. she hadn't considered the possibility, even thought the scratches would support it. she wouldn't ever really know, though. not on her own.
rosemary responded before she could, and her ears would twitch slightly. "i-i don't know. i can't remember. my head got hit pretty bad," she admitted honestly, knowing that the damage to her head was what caused her to forget. like rosemary, though, she didn't want her papa to worry. nor was she too concerned about herself at the moment. "it's okay, it's not a big deal. i hope it's okay that i was wearing the feather." the girl would say next, her words quick as she brushed it off. it certainly didn't matter too much. she would be okay. the main pain could go away now. papa is home. no one would take that away from her. she wouldn't let them.
she became more and more aware of the others who had appeared, but like his death, she didn't really focus on any of them. she couldn't. she was being selfish again. she wanted papa all for herself for this moment. she knew better than to do more than feel that, though. everyone deserved to see him. even the ugly duckling. even if he wasn't even grateful for it. she would just have to be extra grateful in his place. yes, she was grateful. she thanked everything that he was here. right here. living. he was different, she had noticed, but it didn't really matter, because he was here.
caesar's blatant lies annoyed her a little bit, but she wouldn't ruin the mood for now. she could always tell papa later of what all happened. fighting was not something she had the energy for. his confusion on who rosemary was would concern her slightly, and she was about to say something, until she responded herself. when she had hit her head, family was the first thing she could remember, and it came pretty easily. it was important to her that it did, too. her family is important. she remained silent as rosemary responded, eyeing her papa with a curious gaze.
it's funny that he brought up her sleeping, though, because she has done absolutely none of that. the most rest she had gotten was when she had been knocked out after hitting her head. which is what he brought up next. his questions would leave her quiet for a second, having no good response. did somebody hurt her? surely none of her crewmates would do that, and she wasn't sure she smelled of anything other than the typhoon. maybe something did? she didn't really know. she hadn't considered the possibility, even thought the scratches would support it. she wouldn't ever really know, though. not on her own.
rosemary responded before she could, and her ears would twitch slightly. "i-i don't know. i can't remember. my head got hit pretty bad," she admitted honestly, knowing that the damage to her head was what caused her to forget. like rosemary, though, she didn't want her papa to worry. nor was she too concerned about herself at the moment. "it's okay, it's not a big deal. i hope it's okay that i was wearing the feather." the girl would say next, her words quick as she brushed it off. it certainly didn't matter too much. she would be okay. the main pain could go away now. papa is home. no one would take that away from her. she wouldn't let them.
she became more and more aware of the others who had appeared, but like his death, she didn't really focus on any of them. she couldn't. she was being selfish again. she wanted papa all for herself for this moment. she knew better than to do more than feel that, though. everyone deserved to see him. even the ugly duckling. even if he wasn't even grateful for it. she would just have to be extra grateful in his place. yes, she was grateful. she thanked everything that he was here. right here. living. he was different, she had noticed, but it didn't really matter, because he was here.
caesar's blatant lies annoyed her a little bit, but she wouldn't ruin the mood for now. she could always tell papa later of what all happened. fighting was not something she had the energy for. his confusion on who rosemary was would concern her slightly, and she was about to say something, until she responded herself. when she had hit her head, family was the first thing she could remember, and it came pretty easily. it was important to her that it did, too. her family is important. she remained silent as rosemary responded, eyeing her papa with a curious gaze.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.