06-05-2019, 11:20 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]The tigress found her name mentioned around the territory more often than usual these days. Strange - she wonders what she's done to receive all of the attention. After all, she's not announced her plans with the Pitt just yet. Still, once more, it is uttered again. But, not in the way she was growing used to. An older way - a shorter one. She knows the voice, the nickname he gave to her. The captain flew downward, landing several feet from the crowd. "No need," she would intervene sharply to Idyllfields, moving towards the familiar male with haste, gaze locked upon him. He is making a mess. Her eyes are intense, looking at this beast of a friend; a parallel to her previous times seeing his state, those always filled with relief and a soft empathy. How many times would she come to accept him dying, disappearing, never coming back, only for him to do just that? How long would she need to feel guilty over the children he and his lover had both had, as their guardian after their death? Did she blame him for all of this? Absolutely not, but she still cannot help but hold that slicing expression for a few more moments.
Goldie knew that feeling of dying, only to come back once more. But, none had done so as much as Luca, in her humble experience. Everyone left at some point, for one reason or another. She'd grown used to seeing faces come and go over the year she's lived. Unfinished business, lost friends, dead family. But now, everyone was coming back all at once. Even her papa now, too. She wore the necklace that short male had given to her, in place of her papa - it was a testimony to her belief there was not a world without him. It was all building upon itself and she was not so sure what to make of it anymore. She supposes, really, she ought to be happy. And so, a small smile upon her features returns once again. Though, one laced with concern now. He needed to be cleaned up, most certainly.
"Let's get ya cleaned up, Luca," the female would now say, softer, gesturing to Idyll's offer of a handkerchief. This was not a good state for him, she knew, but there wasn't much to be done about it besides clean him up and make sure he remained at least mostly calm. Last time they'd met...she'd not remembered much. Last time they'd seen each other, she was only Goldenluxury Roux - not Dee, not Goldie. She remembers now, and all she wants is for her crew - her family to be safe and happy once more.
Goldie knew that feeling of dying, only to come back once more. But, none had done so as much as Luca, in her humble experience. Everyone left at some point, for one reason or another. She'd grown used to seeing faces come and go over the year she's lived. Unfinished business, lost friends, dead family. But now, everyone was coming back all at once. Even her papa now, too. She wore the necklace that short male had given to her, in place of her papa - it was a testimony to her belief there was not a world without him. It was all building upon itself and she was not so sure what to make of it anymore. She supposes, really, she ought to be happy. And so, a small smile upon her features returns once again. Though, one laced with concern now. He needed to be cleaned up, most certainly.
"Let's get ya cleaned up, Luca," the female would now say, softer, gesturing to Idyll's offer of a handkerchief. This was not a good state for him, she knew, but there wasn't much to be done about it besides clean him up and make sure he remained at least mostly calm. Last time they'd met...she'd not remembered much. Last time they'd seen each other, she was only Goldenluxury Roux - not Dee, not Goldie. She remembers now, and all she wants is for her crew - her family to be safe and happy once more.
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.