08-15-2018, 02:07 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
honestly, it was probably better off that cleo and aita were captured. this way, they wouldn't have to see what was happening to their crew. this way, they wouldn't be in danger of the destruction goldie had personally been warned of. she needed to make sure it didn't happen. she was absolutely worried for her sisters, but she was also absolutely worried for everyone else. there was so much going on. there was only so much the girl could take at once.
that wasn't a good excuse in her book. in her eyes, she was pathetic for not having gone sooner. she was sort of glad they were captured, due to decius' presence becoming a growing threat, but she was also afraid. what if they were treated poorly? she had no idea, because she hadn't visited to see. she didn't exactly have the physical capability to do it, but would that stop her from being disappointed in herself? no. just another stupid excuse.
goldie quite literally dragged herself through the territory, her legs - especially so with her hind legs - close to the ground and shaking with each step. she struggled to move and leaned upon her walking stick to keep her standing. it wasn't getting easier. it wasn't getting worse, but it wasn't getting better either. walking hurt so bad but she so desperately needed to do it. she needed to move. she needed to get things done. she needed to make sure everyone was okay.
panic and pain was clear within her expression, though no one may truly know what the panic is for. she would not tell them. it would only put them in more danger if she did. she could not tell them of decius' plan. the only way she could protect everyone would be to make sure she was perfect. to make sure she didn't tell them what was coming. to make sure she somehow defended deldrach without making decius angry. she needed to double check that she hadn't messed up each and every day, always terrified that somebody has been hurt because of her own slip up.
she walked silently, planning on turning around soon as she basically saw what she needed to, and because she was honestly really exhausted. she couldn't sleep but laying down was the best she could do for now, even if it was selfish of her to do - she wanted to rest a little. it hurt too bad. her sister's words rang through her ears, though, and she would force her struggling, aching body to move towards them, throwing out the idea of rest immediately.
the young girl's legs shook violently as she approached, and she bared her teeth slightly through the pain. her striking, tired green eyes stared towards cleo with worry, fear, and guilt. her ears pinned to her head as she heard caesar's response and she immediately hissed towards him. "shut th-the 'ell u-up, c-caesar." she retorted before focusing fully on cleo, struggling towards her sister, almost seeming ready to fall over.
"i'm ss-sorry, cl-cleo. 'm r-real s-sorry. i sh-shoulda' g-gone aft-after you n' ai-aita. i'm s-sorry." she apologized quickly and genuinely, a frown upon her features. in reality, there wasn't much she could have done, but that wouldn't stop the awful feeling she had. "d-did they hurt y-you? are y-you ok-okay?" she asked immediately next, looking the girl up and down worriedly. she really felt awful. cleo and aita must hate her now.
that wasn't a good excuse in her book. in her eyes, she was pathetic for not having gone sooner. she was sort of glad they were captured, due to decius' presence becoming a growing threat, but she was also afraid. what if they were treated poorly? she had no idea, because she hadn't visited to see. she didn't exactly have the physical capability to do it, but would that stop her from being disappointed in herself? no. just another stupid excuse.
goldie quite literally dragged herself through the territory, her legs - especially so with her hind legs - close to the ground and shaking with each step. she struggled to move and leaned upon her walking stick to keep her standing. it wasn't getting easier. it wasn't getting worse, but it wasn't getting better either. walking hurt so bad but she so desperately needed to do it. she needed to move. she needed to get things done. she needed to make sure everyone was okay.
panic and pain was clear within her expression, though no one may truly know what the panic is for. she would not tell them. it would only put them in more danger if she did. she could not tell them of decius' plan. the only way she could protect everyone would be to make sure she was perfect. to make sure she didn't tell them what was coming. to make sure she somehow defended deldrach without making decius angry. she needed to double check that she hadn't messed up each and every day, always terrified that somebody has been hurt because of her own slip up.
she walked silently, planning on turning around soon as she basically saw what she needed to, and because she was honestly really exhausted. she couldn't sleep but laying down was the best she could do for now, even if it was selfish of her to do - she wanted to rest a little. it hurt too bad. her sister's words rang through her ears, though, and she would force her struggling, aching body to move towards them, throwing out the idea of rest immediately.
the young girl's legs shook violently as she approached, and she bared her teeth slightly through the pain. her striking, tired green eyes stared towards cleo with worry, fear, and guilt. her ears pinned to her head as she heard caesar's response and she immediately hissed towards him. "shut th-the 'ell u-up, c-caesar." she retorted before focusing fully on cleo, struggling towards her sister, almost seeming ready to fall over.
"i'm ss-sorry, cl-cleo. 'm r-real s-sorry. i sh-shoulda' g-gone aft-after you n' ai-aita. i'm s-sorry." she apologized quickly and genuinely, a frown upon her features. in reality, there wasn't much she could have done, but that wouldn't stop the awful feeling she had. "d-did they hurt y-you? are y-you ok-okay?" she asked immediately next, looking the girl up and down worriedly. she really felt awful. cleo and aita must hate her now.
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.