01-27-2019, 02:00 AM
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Water lapped at her fur, and the healer breathed out a sigh of relief; even the fatigued ache to her muscles faded by the second. Rosemary could lose herself in the sea – but for Jiyu, making quite the dramatic crash-landing on the beach. “Jiyu… we’re not that different,” she protested, weakly. Rosemary knew, deep down, this moment needed to happen; she procrastinated on leaving the desert wastes, just to avoid this.
“There are countless places where the sea meets the sky. I can’t live in the Rosebloods’ wastes, but… you’re not the desert sands, you’re not what’s toxic to me.” She hated the thought that all of that suffering and hard-won friendship amounted to nothing. That she left the Typhoon for irrational feelings, only to come back in the same position with nothing to show for her decision besides fractured relationships and trust. Surely, she meant enough to the dragoness not to simply be discarded.
But the ocelot knew she belonged with the sea. The witch stayed quiet after that, knowing she could hardly protest after her collapse in the lake forced Jiyu’s hand here. But she could still savor this moment with the woman.
The peaceful moment shattered when Rosemary heard Goldie’s voice; a pair of eyes immediately slid towards the young bengal. Yet Rosemary otherwise froze, sinking into the sand. Still believing the narrative that she betrayed the Typhoon with her choices – despite never giving intelligence to the Rosebloods, besides one healing lesson with poor attendance – the ocelot sunk into shame. Family meant everything to the young woman. Yet, even Rosemary knew this betrayal meant the second time she let selfish feelings guide her actions.
“Goldie, I’m sorry – ” she began to say, before cutting herself off and breaking their gaze. But she could not live in her self-loathing bubble. “Jiyu, that won’t help. I’m from here. I turned my back when I should’ve dug my heels in; I should live with the consequences of my poor decisions.” Admitting her mistakes came easier when she looked at the dragoness, perhaps because it felt less like an apology to Goldie. Maybe because she bonded with Jiyu deeper than she’d ever done with anyone. With all the emotions churning around, the witch couldn’t make sense of them all.
But she knew she felt sorry for leaving; the healer regretted the decision almost daily. The decay of her magic and health in the desert only further reinforced that truth; the water witch belonged with her ocean, and the Typhoon provided the shore.
[ sorry for the late reply and choppy post, been really sick! ]
“There are countless places where the sea meets the sky. I can’t live in the Rosebloods’ wastes, but… you’re not the desert sands, you’re not what’s toxic to me.” She hated the thought that all of that suffering and hard-won friendship amounted to nothing. That she left the Typhoon for irrational feelings, only to come back in the same position with nothing to show for her decision besides fractured relationships and trust. Surely, she meant enough to the dragoness not to simply be discarded.
But the ocelot knew she belonged with the sea. The witch stayed quiet after that, knowing she could hardly protest after her collapse in the lake forced Jiyu’s hand here. But she could still savor this moment with the woman.
The peaceful moment shattered when Rosemary heard Goldie’s voice; a pair of eyes immediately slid towards the young bengal. Yet Rosemary otherwise froze, sinking into the sand. Still believing the narrative that she betrayed the Typhoon with her choices – despite never giving intelligence to the Rosebloods, besides one healing lesson with poor attendance – the ocelot sunk into shame. Family meant everything to the young woman. Yet, even Rosemary knew this betrayal meant the second time she let selfish feelings guide her actions.
“Goldie, I’m sorry – ” she began to say, before cutting herself off and breaking their gaze. But she could not live in her self-loathing bubble. “Jiyu, that won’t help. I’m from here. I turned my back when I should’ve dug my heels in; I should live with the consequences of my poor decisions.” Admitting her mistakes came easier when she looked at the dragoness, perhaps because it felt less like an apology to Goldie. Maybe because she bonded with Jiyu deeper than she’d ever done with anyone. With all the emotions churning around, the witch couldn’t make sense of them all.
But she knew she felt sorry for leaving; the healer regretted the decision almost daily. The decay of her magic and health in the desert only further reinforced that truth; the water witch belonged with her ocean, and the Typhoon provided the shore.
[ sorry for the late reply and choppy post, been really sick! ]
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?