07-16-2018, 02:20 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//retro to sickness
goldie had actually been asleep in her bed during all of this. she knew she was growing worse and worse each day, so she couldn't quite deny the fact that she needed a nap. it would just be a short one. nothing too crazy. but, the feeling of her mattress was so comforting, she couldn't help but sleep longer than intended. she was only awoken by the sound of mister jacob, her eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light. oh no, she could hear him crying. this is exactly why she wasn't allowed to sleep!
but, her vision was still adjusting as she realized this information. she squinted, her surroundings blurry. ugh, her head hurt...really bad. she felt dizzy. but, she needed to focus on mister jacob right now. she could sort of make out his blurry figure through winced eyes. "m-mister jacob?" she called softly and gently. "what's wrong? can i help?" she asked next, trying to sound as reassuring as she could. she certainly didn't want him to be upset. "um, hold on. sorry, i was asleep. i can't see too well, but lemme help you..."
she got up shakily, sort of falling out of her bed. she landed on her face and let out a small yelp. but, she quickly picked herself up and glanced around, her stance off-balance. she coughed a couple times, trying to figure out what she could do to help. her headache certainly wasn't helping. the fact that she couldn't properly see mister jacob made it hard to be able to decipher what was wrong.
goldie had actually been asleep in her bed during all of this. she knew she was growing worse and worse each day, so she couldn't quite deny the fact that she needed a nap. it would just be a short one. nothing too crazy. but, the feeling of her mattress was so comforting, she couldn't help but sleep longer than intended. she was only awoken by the sound of mister jacob, her eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light. oh no, she could hear him crying. this is exactly why she wasn't allowed to sleep!
but, her vision was still adjusting as she realized this information. she squinted, her surroundings blurry. ugh, her head hurt...really bad. she felt dizzy. but, she needed to focus on mister jacob right now. she could sort of make out his blurry figure through winced eyes. "m-mister jacob?" she called softly and gently. "what's wrong? can i help?" she asked next, trying to sound as reassuring as she could. she certainly didn't want him to be upset. "um, hold on. sorry, i was asleep. i can't see too well, but lemme help you..."
she got up shakily, sort of falling out of her bed. she landed on her face and let out a small yelp. but, she quickly picked herself up and glanced around, her stance off-balance. she coughed a couple times, trying to figure out what she could do to help. her headache certainly wasn't helping. the fact that she couldn't properly see mister jacob made it hard to be able to decipher what was wrong.
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.