07-18-2018, 10:15 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//retro sickness aLSO V RUSHED
goldie approached at the sound of her aunt, her step clumsy. she glanced at caesar, not bothering to really acknowledge the male more than that, before brushing up against rosemary gently. "hiya!" she greeted with a kind voice to the stranger. the young girl liked finding others around her age. being surrounded by adults got tiring after a while, as much as she did need them.
"i like your helmet. shiny things are pretty! my necklace is shiny," she decided to say in a happy voice, gesturing to her blue necklace given by miss roxanne. her tired eyes seemed curious about the male. by his words, he seemed lost, so the injured girl wondered if they could help him out, rather than telling him to straight up leave. "where are ya from? maybe we could help you get back," she offered next kindly.
goldie approached at the sound of her aunt, her step clumsy. she glanced at caesar, not bothering to really acknowledge the male more than that, before brushing up against rosemary gently. "hiya!" she greeted with a kind voice to the stranger. the young girl liked finding others around her age. being surrounded by adults got tiring after a while, as much as she did need them.
"i like your helmet. shiny things are pretty! my necklace is shiny," she decided to say in a happy voice, gesturing to her blue necklace given by miss roxanne. her tired eyes seemed curious about the male. by his words, he seemed lost, so the injured girl wondered if they could help him out, rather than telling him to straight up leave. "where are ya from? maybe we could help you get back," she offered next kindly.
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.