07-18-2018, 05:06 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
the girl let in a small, sharp breath at solveig's words. she needed to keep pretending. she was doing so awful. everyone could see how awful she was doing and she was so disappointed in herself. the comments about how she shouldn't be moving, how she wasn't doing okay, how she clearly wasn't fine kept growing and now it all ended up here. she hated it. she knew these things that solveig was telling her. she was very aware of them.
however, she did not feel she deserved these people she relied on. she was already given so much, she knew - she did not need others to spend time and energy being concerned about her well-being, too. no one should feel distracted from themselves for her. she was already too fortunate. she grit her teeth, her head sinking lower as she stared at the ground. she didn't say anything, shivering and coughing. she felt a strong desire to lay on her bed, but she fought it. she couldn't sleep.
the girl only diverted her attention when someone else arrived - vandal. a newcomer from her family. her tired green eyes darted to vandal, huffing for a moment. she was about to argue again, but then the female spoke up once more. she seemed to understand, at least, that goldie definitely did not need all of this attention. she felt the last comment was a bit much, but would chuckle quietly to it before being interrupted by coughing.
"a-ah, n-no it's not th-that b-bad, so i-i'm ff-fine." she pressed on, unwilling to let that go. she wouldn't easily admit when she knows she's unwell, though. she hardly bothered to admit it to herself. "i don' ne-need all th-this att-attention, y-yea. pl-please d-don't w-worry or g-get m-my papa. th-there's n-no need."
however, she did not feel she deserved these people she relied on. she was already given so much, she knew - she did not need others to spend time and energy being concerned about her well-being, too. no one should feel distracted from themselves for her. she was already too fortunate. she grit her teeth, her head sinking lower as she stared at the ground. she didn't say anything, shivering and coughing. she felt a strong desire to lay on her bed, but she fought it. she couldn't sleep.
the girl only diverted her attention when someone else arrived - vandal. a newcomer from her family. her tired green eyes darted to vandal, huffing for a moment. she was about to argue again, but then the female spoke up once more. she seemed to understand, at least, that goldie definitely did not need all of this attention. she felt the last comment was a bit much, but would chuckle quietly to it before being interrupted by coughing.
"a-ah, n-no it's not th-that b-bad, so i-i'm ff-fine." she pressed on, unwilling to let that go. she wouldn't easily admit when she knows she's unwell, though. she hardly bothered to admit it to herself. "i don' ne-need all th-this att-attention, y-yea. pl-please d-don't w-worry or g-get m-my papa. th-there's n-no need."
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.