09-07-2018, 07:37 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]pattering of small, hasty paws broke through the veil of silence upheld on the outskirts of typhoon's lands. they were accompanied by the short sharp breath of the small owner of those small paws, milky white child panting ever so slightly after the short bursts of energy - foggy cloud of condensation escaping her maw at a steady pace. craning her neck over shoulders, obscuring her vision, dusty pink gaze rested upon the little box toy clipped to her cloak's pocket. a pretty thing; black with white and pink accents in a floral pattern bordering the ends of the materials and wrapping around. linux had stolen it. not her fault, but it was the fault of the sorry sap who had left it out to go for a swim and didn't think twice about their valuables. the box was a simple toy, but it had the power to display numbers and the cute pixelated outline of the child's favourite pocket monster. two hundred and twenty-five, linux could try some more. setting off to begin their sporatic jog again, dusty hues caught a glimpse of goldie's porch with an odd figure slumped on it and linux couldn't bring herself to jog off anymore.
guilt? yeah linux felt pretty guilty that she hadn't done much to help beck when he needed all the assistance the world could offer, a terrible feeling that pooled in the girl's stomach and ate away at her. but it was more a feeling of powerlessness that linux had never felt before that made her stomach queasy, like she was going to gag, something terrible. sure maybe literally everyone else in this entire group had a better basic understanding of medicine and first aid than the young child - but was that kind of thinking supposed to ward off these kinds of feelings? because it wasn't. it only fed the beast, making it stronger, making the snowy child feel even worse and causing her eyes to drift to the ground in shame and dropped the stupid smile plastered to her face to a emotionless line. linux couldn't say growing up was hard, because that was subjective and some people had no trouble, instead the child would lament that she was incapable of growing up.
bounding up the steps of her cousin's porch, linux focused her gaze for a few moments on beck's slumped form and just quietly observing his odd behaviours. twitches - linux had never noticed them before but couldn't pin them as a new development. what if linux just wasn't observant enough? once satisfied with her observations, the child moved to the older boy's side, slumping down just like him but keeping her gaze fixated on one point on the ground - a crack in the porch's surface, so small and insignificant but capable of spreading. it wouldn't, but it could.
playing with the ends of her cloak and keeping her gaze off of beck for a few moment more, linux's hoarse voice spoke up. "hey," dusty gaze staring off into space, linux blinked a few times idly as the child prepared to get over their guilt and face the boy properly. "are you.. y'know, feeling better now? after.. after all that?" ew, powerlessness was gross.
guilt? yeah linux felt pretty guilty that she hadn't done much to help beck when he needed all the assistance the world could offer, a terrible feeling that pooled in the girl's stomach and ate away at her. but it was more a feeling of powerlessness that linux had never felt before that made her stomach queasy, like she was going to gag, something terrible. sure maybe literally everyone else in this entire group had a better basic understanding of medicine and first aid than the young child - but was that kind of thinking supposed to ward off these kinds of feelings? because it wasn't. it only fed the beast, making it stronger, making the snowy child feel even worse and causing her eyes to drift to the ground in shame and dropped the stupid smile plastered to her face to a emotionless line. linux couldn't say growing up was hard, because that was subjective and some people had no trouble, instead the child would lament that she was incapable of growing up.
bounding up the steps of her cousin's porch, linux focused her gaze for a few moments on beck's slumped form and just quietly observing his odd behaviours. twitches - linux had never noticed them before but couldn't pin them as a new development. what if linux just wasn't observant enough? once satisfied with her observations, the child moved to the older boy's side, slumping down just like him but keeping her gaze fixated on one point on the ground - a crack in the porch's surface, so small and insignificant but capable of spreading. it wouldn't, but it could.
playing with the ends of her cloak and keeping her gaze off of beck for a few moment more, linux's hoarse voice spoke up. "hey," dusty gaze staring off into space, linux blinked a few times idly as the child prepared to get over their guilt and face the boy properly. "are you.. y'know, feeling better now? after.. after all that?" ew, powerlessness was gross.