07-19-2018, 09:40 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//retro sickness
it was not a secret that goldie loved food, even if her appearance may currently contradict that. she was a bit unhealthily skinny right now, due to her overworking herself. she had no time to eat, and even when she did eat, the weight quickly drained away as she constantly moved. there was so much to be done that she couldn't bother worrying about it. she didn't even realize she was hungry most of the time. but, her love for food still remained.
so, of course she was drawn by the scent of marshmallows. she loved sweets, especially, and quickly forced her tired body to stumble to investigate. she arrived just after merihem, her ears perked upward as she scanned the scene. just a stranger roasting marshmallows at the gate. that's...a new one. still, she wanted those marshmallows - maybe not as intensely as merihem, but still enough to worry about them before anything else.
"you should gimme one, too," she said lightly with a smile, though her voice wasn't demanding. she'd live if she wasn't given one, but she wouldn't be very happy to be denied. "but, anyway, what're you doin' here?" she asked, knowing that still needed to be questioned. it was kind of more important than the whole marshmallow ordeal, after all.
it was not a secret that goldie loved food, even if her appearance may currently contradict that. she was a bit unhealthily skinny right now, due to her overworking herself. she had no time to eat, and even when she did eat, the weight quickly drained away as she constantly moved. there was so much to be done that she couldn't bother worrying about it. she didn't even realize she was hungry most of the time. but, her love for food still remained.
so, of course she was drawn by the scent of marshmallows. she loved sweets, especially, and quickly forced her tired body to stumble to investigate. she arrived just after merihem, her ears perked upward as she scanned the scene. just a stranger roasting marshmallows at the gate. that's...a new one. still, she wanted those marshmallows - maybe not as intensely as merihem, but still enough to worry about them before anything else.
"you should gimme one, too," she said lightly with a smile, though her voice wasn't demanding. she'd live if she wasn't given one, but she wouldn't be very happy to be denied. "but, anyway, what're you doin' here?" she asked, knowing that still needed to be questioned. it was kind of more important than the whole marshmallow ordeal, after all.
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.