07-28-2020, 11:58 PM
At Pao's jibe and offer to do her chores, Georgia snickered. A week? "You're on." She retorted, tail twitching. Then came Calem's newest bit of speech - baby girl - directed towards Pao, and Georgia bristled again. "You're so on. That's it, I'm drowning him," She decided, eyes flaring with a glassy sharpness once more. Another snap of wind bustled through the treetops, ready to descend on the ghostly looking boy. A growl even slipped off her lips, teeth grinding at his wink.
Then Michael showed up, and it might've saved Calem's ass - literally.
The presence of an adult had Georgia begrudgingly lowering her metaphorical fist; the wind died down and the murderous sheen in her eyes was wrestled away. She was nearly vibrating with rage, and just to have some sort of outlet, sent a vortex of wind hurtling in a direction where there were no people. It relieved just enough pressure to stop seeing red. Who did this guy think he was? Georgia would be paying him a visit later on - shoving him into a corner and letting him know that if he ever decided he was going to make a move on his douchebag comments, she'd make his life ended, right then and fucking there. No questions asked. She could go down a murderer; that was fine.
While she lost herself down that trail of thought, her eyes - while somewhat unfocused - never left Calem and his odd swirling patterns. They were a little hypnotic, she decided. Very hypnotic. He had gold eyes, too; how unusual. There were so many odd creatures here, with mutations and weird genetics. It was almost odd to see someone...normal, but somehow not normal. She wondered where he came from; wondered if his pelt was painted on. That would be stupid. Kind of amusing. What was his story? Everybody had one. Maybe he was brought up poorly and used flirting as a front.
The further she dissociated, the farther her mood fell from its anger. Before she knew it, Georgia was blinking, and two more people had joined them; Trygve and Goldenluxury. Goldie was shifting her body towards Gia in a somewhat prone position, and the girl had a gut wrenching flashback to her father and the protective stances he would take when they were in a questionable situation. Georgia felt like she'd just taken a hit to the back of the head.
It was difficult to focus on the others and what they were saying after that; their tones sounded similar. Vaguely threatening, mildly teasing. Georgia could hardly bring herself to zone in on Calem's face and expression, which were turning very uncertain and rather frightened. As brittle as Gia was, a shift overcame her, something like he looks lost. I've been lost. I hate that feeling.
"Stay," She blurted out suddenly. "Stay, and I promise not to drown you."
That didn't mean she wouldn't be paying him that visit later, but she could certainly spare him for now. But that was about all she could spare - her voice had become softer, somewhat disconnected. The wind had died down completely, and she had become almost completely withdrawn. She was tired; tired and a little more sad than what she wished to be. So she took her cue and stood, hardly sparing the rest of them a look before she left the scene, caught up in her own personal traumas that plagued her conscience.
Then Michael showed up, and it might've saved Calem's ass - literally.
The presence of an adult had Georgia begrudgingly lowering her metaphorical fist; the wind died down and the murderous sheen in her eyes was wrestled away. She was nearly vibrating with rage, and just to have some sort of outlet, sent a vortex of wind hurtling in a direction where there were no people. It relieved just enough pressure to stop seeing red. Who did this guy think he was? Georgia would be paying him a visit later on - shoving him into a corner and letting him know that if he ever decided he was going to make a move on his douchebag comments, she'd make his life ended, right then and fucking there. No questions asked. She could go down a murderer; that was fine.
While she lost herself down that trail of thought, her eyes - while somewhat unfocused - never left Calem and his odd swirling patterns. They were a little hypnotic, she decided. Very hypnotic. He had gold eyes, too; how unusual. There were so many odd creatures here, with mutations and weird genetics. It was almost odd to see someone...normal, but somehow not normal. She wondered where he came from; wondered if his pelt was painted on. That would be stupid. Kind of amusing. What was his story? Everybody had one. Maybe he was brought up poorly and used flirting as a front.
The further she dissociated, the farther her mood fell from its anger. Before she knew it, Georgia was blinking, and two more people had joined them; Trygve and Goldenluxury. Goldie was shifting her body towards Gia in a somewhat prone position, and the girl had a gut wrenching flashback to her father and the protective stances he would take when they were in a questionable situation. Georgia felt like she'd just taken a hit to the back of the head.
It was difficult to focus on the others and what they were saying after that; their tones sounded similar. Vaguely threatening, mildly teasing. Georgia could hardly bring herself to zone in on Calem's face and expression, which were turning very uncertain and rather frightened. As brittle as Gia was, a shift overcame her, something like he looks lost. I've been lost. I hate that feeling.
"Stay," She blurted out suddenly. "Stay, and I promise not to drown you."
That didn't mean she wouldn't be paying him that visit later, but she could certainly spare him for now. But that was about all she could spare - her voice had become softer, somewhat disconnected. The wind had died down completely, and she had become almost completely withdrawn. She was tired; tired and a little more sad than what she wished to be. So she took her cue and stood, hardly sparing the rest of them a look before she left the scene, caught up in her own personal traumas that plagued her conscience.
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags