07-18-2018, 11:10 PM
Vandal, lost in her thought, doesn't notice the two others approaching until they're already speaking - but she doesn't move, doesn't shift around like she would've in any other situation. Instead, the maned wolf just stares at the spot where she'd thrown her bottle, part of her wishing she could take back the confession she's meant to "symbolically" discard - because how can she possibly discard something that means far, far too much to her?
In the end, she has to, because Aegroixe is gone; it's a confession quite literally lost to the ocean.
Vandal doesn't even notice that she's crying again until she's curling a wing around to rub at her eyes - when it comes away, dampness is lacing through her darkened feathers. She can't meet their eyes. She tries to open her mouth to respond, to say thank you, to say that she's okay and that she doesn't need anything, but as soon as the first word leaves her lips, she's breaking into a shattered sob that she can't stifle anymore. The heartbroken sound hangs in the air, thick and full and laced with mourning, sharp and far too sad a sound to be coming from her.
She can't respond, not in this state, so she hangs her head instead and lets herself ride out the waves of her own grief, hearing them crash across the shore like the angry ocean. Maybe they should leave, she's certain it isn't a comfortable situation for them to have to be around for this - this... she doesn't even know what it is, only that she can't stop it from completely consuming her. It's a mess, she's a mess - a hallucination or not, it feels like she just lost her all over again.
In the end, she has to, because Aegroixe is gone; it's a confession quite literally lost to the ocean.
Vandal doesn't even notice that she's crying again until she's curling a wing around to rub at her eyes - when it comes away, dampness is lacing through her darkened feathers. She can't meet their eyes. She tries to open her mouth to respond, to say thank you, to say that she's okay and that she doesn't need anything, but as soon as the first word leaves her lips, she's breaking into a shattered sob that she can't stifle anymore. The heartbroken sound hangs in the air, thick and full and laced with mourning, sharp and far too sad a sound to be coming from her.
She can't respond, not in this state, so she hangs her head instead and lets herself ride out the waves of her own grief, hearing them crash across the shore like the angry ocean. Maybe they should leave, she's certain it isn't a comfortable situation for them to have to be around for this - this... she doesn't even know what it is, only that she can't stop it from completely consuming her. It's a mess, she's a mess - a hallucination or not, it feels like she just lost her all over again.
TAGS • VANDAL ROUX OF THE TYPHOON
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON