nights that never happened && goldenluxury

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I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.

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Finding oneself halting at the submarine door is something she, personally, had experienced herself, plenty of times before. While Goldie had never been an inherently cautious nor reluctant individual, there were times she had cast her own self out. It'd always been her home, the vehicle, but it was not always one she considered herself worthy of. Nonetheless, she's push herself into a position where she is undeniable worthy. Her papa's bedroom, her old bed next to it, and his office still laid untouched within it, aside from dusting and small housekeeping she made sure to keep on top of when she could. It was an important room and to be left how she found it. She now has her own office within the structure, with a bigger bed to suit her needs, though it has reflected a similar look to how it always has. Her dreamcatcher still tied above her bed, though its uses less effective than she'd use to believe, there is more so a sentiment with it now, the perch and food for Lynn, little closets and chests with different possessions stored inside, some paintings she'd made and liked hung around, and her more commonly worn accessories laying out on top of a nightstand. The only difference, now, was the heaps of papers and notes that remained on her desk, along with a pile of maps and books she pushed to the side. It was all hers, and her family's, and most importantly, her papa's.

The tiger was currently going through plans, scribbling out ideas and crossing off things that she no longer thinks practical. They are entering an essential point between their different groups, she believes, though her crewmates would remain unaware as she continues to keep secrets, for now. She cannot say she necessarily likes planning this way so much; writing and reading has never been her strength, but she finds it kind of the most effective way of doing it, and remains concentrated on it and her thoughts. However, the knock was a welcome distraction, pulling her from the work for a moment. An overworking girl throughout her entire life, unlikely to ever truly stop, until she is forced to, such as, in situations like these.

Goldenluxury pushed her plans to the side, keeping her most important ones hidden by a few others she cared less about being public. Then, she would move her way to the entrance, adjusting her blue feather earring and stretching out her legs a bit. She opened the door, scanning the figure in front of her before putting on a small, welcoming smile. "Hiya," she greets casually with a nod. Perhaps they needed her for something? Some directions? Questions? Or maybe they'd like a nice chat. It has been a while since she's genuinely gotten to have one of those. "What's up?"

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