07-18-2018, 09:35 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//retro sickness
the girl was half pirate at heart, half not, if she were being honest with herself. she would steal - not often, and only with objects she considered small and insignificant. she sort of had a "finders, keepers" rule about it. she wanted to travel the world, honestly, but her loyalty to her family held her back. she enjoyed the idea of treasure and wealth, even if she didn't seriously search for it or feel a need for it. she loved the idea of adventure, though she held herself back. she was a pirate with morals.
if you were to ask her, she'd simply claim she's the pirate princess, because, well, she basically was. her papa was the captain, after all. of course, she thought of this in a very light-hearted fashion. the typhoon was no monarchy, nor would it likely ever be. she didn't really want it to be, anyway. she liked that others had to work their ways into positions. she didn't want some jerk to take over just because of some stupid "birth right" or whatever.
the girl felt a special connection to the ocean. even if she wouldn't go exploring due to her loyalty to her family and crew, she still couldn't help herself but find comfort in just...admiring the seas. even after the barracuda and the lightning strike, she couldn't help but appreciate it. the ocean and its creatures were amazing, in her opinion. she loved how it was a completely different world below. wonder filled her every time she thought about it.
she was currently doing that. things have been stressful lately, even if she pretended they weren't. she wasn't getting any better health-wise and others constantly commented on it. despite feeling like she'd bee working harder than ever, she continued to fall behind. she wouldn't linger on glancing to the ocean for long, though. there was work to be done. the young girl began quietly struggling through the territory, about to go help collect herbs to make things easier before she heard the bells, along with voices to follow.
the injured girl stumbled slowly towards them, only quickening her pace as she recognized her papa's voice. goldie brushed up against her papa, leaning against him gently as she sat down. she caught his question, and quickly wondered what he meant by "fungi people". she sniffed at the air, noticing the odd scent. she coughed a couple times, eyeing the stranger with wonder. "what's 'fungi people'?" she asked gently.
the girl was half pirate at heart, half not, if she were being honest with herself. she would steal - not often, and only with objects she considered small and insignificant. she sort of had a "finders, keepers" rule about it. she wanted to travel the world, honestly, but her loyalty to her family held her back. she enjoyed the idea of treasure and wealth, even if she didn't seriously search for it or feel a need for it. she loved the idea of adventure, though she held herself back. she was a pirate with morals.
if you were to ask her, she'd simply claim she's the pirate princess, because, well, she basically was. her papa was the captain, after all. of course, she thought of this in a very light-hearted fashion. the typhoon was no monarchy, nor would it likely ever be. she didn't really want it to be, anyway. she liked that others had to work their ways into positions. she didn't want some jerk to take over just because of some stupid "birth right" or whatever.
the girl felt a special connection to the ocean. even if she wouldn't go exploring due to her loyalty to her family and crew, she still couldn't help herself but find comfort in just...admiring the seas. even after the barracuda and the lightning strike, she couldn't help but appreciate it. the ocean and its creatures were amazing, in her opinion. she loved how it was a completely different world below. wonder filled her every time she thought about it.
she was currently doing that. things have been stressful lately, even if she pretended they weren't. she wasn't getting any better health-wise and others constantly commented on it. despite feeling like she'd bee working harder than ever, she continued to fall behind. she wouldn't linger on glancing to the ocean for long, though. there was work to be done. the young girl began quietly struggling through the territory, about to go help collect herbs to make things easier before she heard the bells, along with voices to follow.
the injured girl stumbled slowly towards them, only quickening her pace as she recognized her papa's voice. goldie brushed up against her papa, leaning against him gently as she sat down. she caught his question, and quickly wondered what he meant by "fungi people". she sniffed at the air, noticing the odd scent. she coughed a couple times, eyeing the stranger with wonder. "what's 'fungi people'?" she asked gently.
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.