08-07-2019, 10:58 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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Had she known that her aunt believed she'd seen Goldie's strongest point, the captain would tell her - just wait. Just wait and see. What a fortunate time to return to the girl. When she is not filled with fear, doubt, false beliefs. When she remembers everything about her life and she can easily recognize who she is and who her family is. When she may be the captain she knows she can be. The female has never felt more powerful, yet she feels a sense of mortality creeping closer and closer to her. Perhaps this is a gift from the Gods - to give her some family back before she may die from a cause she would gladly die for. The takeover announcement against the Pitt was going to bite her in the ass at some point, she's sure, and she is certain the actual act of maintaining control over the desert would be the hardest thing she will ever endure. If she is to die from it, she would not have her death any other way. This is her strongest point, and she is now so excited - so happy that her family may see it. They can see what she'd worked for. Being the best captain she possibly can be. Now they can know just how great they helped her be.
However, she is greeted with a different reaction than expected. The female had gotten so, so used to the world simply knowing her based off her name alone. She supposes she could have never taken into account that her aunt may have a different vision in her head, when she thinks of Goldenluxury Roux, one that may not be destroyed upon first glance. Her scars are gone, her body is powerful, and she has evolved from her now burnt, spread corpse. But, all she could do in response to the confusion was grin. The tigress would begin to laugh, soft at first, and if Idyll had not spoken up, she would have soon enough. However, once the female realized her mistake and reacted quickly towards it, she would let out larger laughs, hearty and genuine - the greatest ones she'd had in a long time. Filled with glee, warmth. She would pull herself closer to the female, allowing her muscles to relax for the first time in a very long while, pulling away slowly and sitting down to face her aunt with happy eyes.
She would shake her head to the female's teasing words, pulling her head back slightly. "Not auntie! That'll always be yours. Instead, 'm capt'n," she'd respond quickly, her words oozing with warmth. The time she stepped up, she still did not remember her former self, but she had reached the point where she did not care so much anymore. Goldenluxury Roux was someone she made herself into - someone she wanted to be, and so she was. Her papa had been tired, she could tell, and it was relieving, more than anything, to see him step down and allow himself to rest as he needed. He's gone off now, but he will return one day, and that's something she is sure of. The female, for now, will rejoice in the return of Vandal. "This lil' girl stepped up when she still couldn' walk, could ya believe that?" The female would know all about Goldie's struggle with her back, though she'd not know the extent of it all. She most certainly saw the fear, the walking stick, the pain, but she'd not seen the damages to come, only cementing the damage further. Now, though, there is no pain. There is no hurt or difficulty in movement. She practically glows now. "You've come back at the right time." There was no eruption, rebuilding, it was not even as quiet as it had once been. They had an alliance with a group she respected and trusted well. They were at war, and things continuously built up against her, but there was also no more prosperous time for her aunt to come back, she believes.
However, she is greeted with a different reaction than expected. The female had gotten so, so used to the world simply knowing her based off her name alone. She supposes she could have never taken into account that her aunt may have a different vision in her head, when she thinks of Goldenluxury Roux, one that may not be destroyed upon first glance. Her scars are gone, her body is powerful, and she has evolved from her now burnt, spread corpse. But, all she could do in response to the confusion was grin. The tigress would begin to laugh, soft at first, and if Idyll had not spoken up, she would have soon enough. However, once the female realized her mistake and reacted quickly towards it, she would let out larger laughs, hearty and genuine - the greatest ones she'd had in a long time. Filled with glee, warmth. She would pull herself closer to the female, allowing her muscles to relax for the first time in a very long while, pulling away slowly and sitting down to face her aunt with happy eyes.
She would shake her head to the female's teasing words, pulling her head back slightly. "Not auntie! That'll always be yours. Instead, 'm capt'n," she'd respond quickly, her words oozing with warmth. The time she stepped up, she still did not remember her former self, but she had reached the point where she did not care so much anymore. Goldenluxury Roux was someone she made herself into - someone she wanted to be, and so she was. Her papa had been tired, she could tell, and it was relieving, more than anything, to see him step down and allow himself to rest as he needed. He's gone off now, but he will return one day, and that's something she is sure of. The female, for now, will rejoice in the return of Vandal. "This lil' girl stepped up when she still couldn' walk, could ya believe that?" The female would know all about Goldie's struggle with her back, though she'd not know the extent of it all. She most certainly saw the fear, the walking stick, the pain, but she'd not seen the damages to come, only cementing the damage further. Now, though, there is no pain. There is no hurt or difficulty in movement. She practically glows now. "You've come back at the right time." There was no eruption, rebuilding, it was not even as quiet as it had once been. They had an alliance with a group she respected and trusted well. They were at war, and things continuously built up against her, but there was also no more prosperous time for her aunt to come back, she believes.
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.