08-07-2019, 10:28 AM
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GOLDENLUXURY ROUX
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
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Many had come and gone in her life and, by now, she's surely convinced herself that it is simply just a part of it all. That not everyone will stay, and she certainly would not ever attempt to force them to. There would be times she may unconsciously blame herself: had she caused them to go away? With the time they had gone, sometimes she would be relieved. They could not be hurt by her secrets if they went away. They were safe from that wolf who had destroyed her back a year ago. Many of them went in large spurts, it had seemed. It started with one or two, and then suddenly a large group she had come to love went away - many without warning. For almost a year now, the girl had been quite used to the lost relationships and family members disappearing with the waves, no words left behind as to how or why. All she could do, as she always had, was simply continue. Maybe they would be back one day. Maybe they could come back to see her how she is now - angry and proud and working as the greatest captain, comparable to her papa. No more, no less. Maybe they could see her and be happy with what she has done with their home and herself and she can bring them prosperity if they were to ever reveal their faces ever again, just as she has always wanted to. All she wishes is that they are happy, wherever they are, and safe, too.
At the very least, in cases such as Vandal and Fischer, she could feel relieved. They'd gotten to miss the pain, the same, the mistake she'd endured. They didn't have to see the kid they cared so much about breakdown, allow herself to be stolen away by a liar and manipulator, become the pet of their enemy's leader, have her memories locked away, her young mind believe that she was meant to die, but they killed her mama instead, that she deserved to be a slave for committing a crime she could not remember. They didn't have to see her become trapped in a fallen tree house, burning alive in defiance atop this island they call home. Instead, they got to see the fearful, hurt little girl turn into the strong, angry captain she presents herself as today. Goldenluxury Roux is still very much there - she still adores her family more than anything, grows paranoid when left away from others too long, fights for her crewmates (harder and stronger than she ever has before), and still works herself to death. She can remember her life now. She can walk now. Her body carries her around with ease, the memories of her split spine, her burnt and scarred body, all just memories. Her name still travels, more so than it ever has before, and she is undeniably recognizable as the carrier of it. The stories of the original captain's daughter, the slave that'd defied her master and the very concept of the slaveholders in general, the proud captain that took no shit, traveled across their lands and it makes for many individuals she'd never met before to know exactly who she is on sight.
To say the least, such things have instilled a bit of...something in the girl. Maybe an expectation, for others to know who she is instantly. She knows better now, though, than to simply charge up to an old friend just because she believes they will be able to recognize her right away. Her aunt's returned has taught her that small lesson. Though, it had made for a funny interaction nonetheless. And, to be entirely fair, she would not instantaneously recognize this returning member. While the body is still striking, it is not necessarily in the same ways. The girl would need to hear those words to know just who it was. And, when she was hit with the statements the female presented, the captain would find her paws nearly running.
She had originally been drawn by the simple greeting, her head turning towards the sound, so clearly nearby their gate. The female's harpy eagle sat upon her winged back as she gently carried her muscled legs towards the sound, however her pace quickened by the next pair of words, causing Lynn to shift slightly, letting out a small chirp. Fuck! The tigress' icy eyes fill with a bitter coldness to them, though only for a split second, as they warm up as she grows closer, staying behind her aunt's embrace of the female. She looks the female over silently, her mouth partially parted. "Do you - Do you need any medical assistance?" her voice is strong, though faltering. Certainly not as sharp as it would normally sound. The captain stares at the female, her strongest expression representing concern. It's almost distant - her outward reaction. It holds a different tone than she'd had with her aunt. She does not step closer, nor even smile. "I - I can fix up your home. Or, I can make a bed for ya in the submarine." There seems to be a desperation at the edge of each word. She wants to help. She wants to know what happened to the female. What she feels. "You're free n' safe, wit' the pirates once more."
Now, comes the smile, very slowly and still filled with worry, but just as warm as one she would have held as a child. "Wit' capt'n Goldenluxury Roux, who's so glad t' see you."
At the very least, in cases such as Vandal and Fischer, she could feel relieved. They'd gotten to miss the pain, the same, the mistake she'd endured. They didn't have to see the kid they cared so much about breakdown, allow herself to be stolen away by a liar and manipulator, become the pet of their enemy's leader, have her memories locked away, her young mind believe that she was meant to die, but they killed her mama instead, that she deserved to be a slave for committing a crime she could not remember. They didn't have to see her become trapped in a fallen tree house, burning alive in defiance atop this island they call home. Instead, they got to see the fearful, hurt little girl turn into the strong, angry captain she presents herself as today. Goldenluxury Roux is still very much there - she still adores her family more than anything, grows paranoid when left away from others too long, fights for her crewmates (harder and stronger than she ever has before), and still works herself to death. She can remember her life now. She can walk now. Her body carries her around with ease, the memories of her split spine, her burnt and scarred body, all just memories. Her name still travels, more so than it ever has before, and she is undeniably recognizable as the carrier of it. The stories of the original captain's daughter, the slave that'd defied her master and the very concept of the slaveholders in general, the proud captain that took no shit, traveled across their lands and it makes for many individuals she'd never met before to know exactly who she is on sight.
To say the least, such things have instilled a bit of...something in the girl. Maybe an expectation, for others to know who she is instantly. She knows better now, though, than to simply charge up to an old friend just because she believes they will be able to recognize her right away. Her aunt's returned has taught her that small lesson. Though, it had made for a funny interaction nonetheless. And, to be entirely fair, she would not instantaneously recognize this returning member. While the body is still striking, it is not necessarily in the same ways. The girl would need to hear those words to know just who it was. And, when she was hit with the statements the female presented, the captain would find her paws nearly running.
She had originally been drawn by the simple greeting, her head turning towards the sound, so clearly nearby their gate. The female's harpy eagle sat upon her winged back as she gently carried her muscled legs towards the sound, however her pace quickened by the next pair of words, causing Lynn to shift slightly, letting out a small chirp. Fuck! The tigress' icy eyes fill with a bitter coldness to them, though only for a split second, as they warm up as she grows closer, staying behind her aunt's embrace of the female. She looks the female over silently, her mouth partially parted. "Do you - Do you need any medical assistance?" her voice is strong, though faltering. Certainly not as sharp as it would normally sound. The captain stares at the female, her strongest expression representing concern. It's almost distant - her outward reaction. It holds a different tone than she'd had with her aunt. She does not step closer, nor even smile. "I - I can fix up your home. Or, I can make a bed for ya in the submarine." There seems to be a desperation at the edge of each word. She wants to help. She wants to know what happened to the female. What she feels. "You're free n' safe, wit' the pirates once more."
Now, comes the smile, very slowly and still filled with worry, but just as warm as one she would have held as a child. "Wit' capt'n Goldenluxury Roux, who's so glad t' see you."
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.