07-04-2018, 09:33 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
god, she must be so hurt. it must hurt so bad. she couldn't even fly to help her escape wherever she was. she could be in danger. they needed to find her. they needed to find her right now. that's what she thought immediately after. how would they do that? she didn't know. she wanted her papa. he'd know what to do. she was sure of it. she was about to call out for him, before noticing caesar's presence. she eyed him silently as he took in the situation, a bit too in shock to fully read him right now.
she listened to his words, trying to regulate her breathing a bit more. they couldn't find her right now - he was probably right. but, they couldn't just leave her. "wh...what'll we do?" she asked quietly, her voice worried. "she's hurt really bad...we need to help her somehow." she insisted. usually she would not be asking caesar, of all people, what to do, but in this moment she still didn't know how to process what all was happening. she woke up after believing she'd die, her home has been flooded in a tsunami, her crewmates were missing and injured, and now her aunt's wings - just the wings - have floated to her. she didn't know how to handle it all.
she quickly shot her gaze towards greed as he approached, waiting for a response. more adults were coming. that was good. they would know what to do. she assured herself silently, eyeing his reaction. god, that wasn't helpful at all. but, she couldn't criticize. she didn't exactly have the best reaction currently either. she let him take it in for a few moments, not saying anything as she tried to think. she really didn't know what to do. she wished somebody would. "w-we have to find her!" she demanded it now. she still needed to repay her for the presents and the nice letter and...everything. she needed to be sure she was okay. they needed to find her.
she listened to his words, trying to regulate her breathing a bit more. they couldn't find her right now - he was probably right. but, they couldn't just leave her. "wh...what'll we do?" she asked quietly, her voice worried. "she's hurt really bad...we need to help her somehow." she insisted. usually she would not be asking caesar, of all people, what to do, but in this moment she still didn't know how to process what all was happening. she woke up after believing she'd die, her home has been flooded in a tsunami, her crewmates were missing and injured, and now her aunt's wings - just the wings - have floated to her. she didn't know how to handle it all.
she quickly shot her gaze towards greed as he approached, waiting for a response. more adults were coming. that was good. they would know what to do. she assured herself silently, eyeing his reaction. god, that wasn't helpful at all. but, she couldn't criticize. she didn't exactly have the best reaction currently either. she let him take it in for a few moments, not saying anything as she tried to think. she really didn't know what to do. she wished somebody would. "w-we have to find her!" she demanded it now. she still needed to repay her for the presents and the nice letter and...everything. she needed to be sure she was okay. they needed to find her.
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.