06-29-2018, 08:09 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
she noticed him inspecting her, likely due to her injuries, to which she would look down slightly. she didn't want anyone to worry about them. she was fine. she was happy that her papa was back and that's all that mattered. she was relieved to hear that he had been doing alright, though. someone disappearing or leaving temporarily wasn't always a good thing, especially if they were going alone, so she did find herself worrying over those who left or disappeared in the past.
"good to hear. i've been fine. got a little hurt, but it's okay - it'll heal up soon enough." she responded sort of quickly, brushing it off. it wasn't a subject that needed to be lingered on. she had also managed to pick up on his previous question directed to vanessa, and she thought for a moment, figuring she could answer. "yea, privateers are a general position now."
"good to hear. i've been fine. got a little hurt, but it's okay - it'll heal up soon enough." she responded sort of quickly, brushing it off. it wasn't a subject that needed to be lingered on. she had also managed to pick up on his previous question directed to vanessa, and she thought for a moment, figuring she could answer. "yea, privateers are a general position now."
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.