07-26-2019, 10:36 PM
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]"Good choice," the female would flash an approving, toothy grin towards her refusal. While she wasn't here to judge - it wasn't any of her business to know the why's what's of things like smoking, she would be glad to hear anyone quit an unhealthy habit like that. After all, her papa may be the best, but she never stated he was the smartest. Perhaps cunning and good with assessing social situations, but still not the wisest when it came to decisions for his own self. At least he'd made an effort to step away any time he would go for a smoke, not forcing anyone - much less his child, to sit in his own fumes. She was a bit less immortal than him, as far as she could tell, anyway, and she was all too familiar with the scents, the choking, the damage, experiencing it first hand. She'd never been interested in that sort of thing. There was no time to be killing her body in unproductive ways. (Refusing to sleep, at least, let her be productive.)
She would be pleased to hear her quip landed, feathered ear tips twitching. "One man's trash is another pirate's treasure. Junk's fun t' collect, when ya know how t' use it." She'd offer with a small shrug. Most of that junk, to be honest, ended up becoming jewelry. It was just the easiest, most universal way to use it. Her eyes would drift towards the shark tooth necklace supposedly given from her papa, one of her paws reaching up to mess with it subconsciously. Her feather earring and now necklace to always remind her, he'd always return, eventually.
She'd drift her attention away from her necklace and back to Sam, bringing herself back to the conversation at hand. "Ain' jus' called Goldenluxury for m' fur." To be fair, there was a lot of meaning behind her name. It earned itself a place in the dictionary at this point. Goldenluxury Roux is an oxymoron of sorts - she was simply destined to be so.
She would be pleased to hear her quip landed, feathered ear tips twitching. "One man's trash is another pirate's treasure. Junk's fun t' collect, when ya know how t' use it." She'd offer with a small shrug. Most of that junk, to be honest, ended up becoming jewelry. It was just the easiest, most universal way to use it. Her eyes would drift towards the shark tooth necklace supposedly given from her papa, one of her paws reaching up to mess with it subconsciously. Her feather earring and now necklace to always remind her, he'd always return, eventually.
She'd drift her attention away from her necklace and back to Sam, bringing herself back to the conversation at hand. "Ain' jus' called Goldenluxury for m' fur." To be fair, there was a lot of meaning behind her name. It earned itself a place in the dictionary at this point. Goldenluxury Roux is an oxymoron of sorts - she was simply destined to be so.
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.