08-17-2020, 11:32 PM
me dejaste, me dejaste en un tango
Much like Roan, there was a tightness within her own chest. She was uncertain of what it was but decided to ignore it for the time being not wanting it to get between herself and her son. Her exhausted gaze would soften the moment that he approached and nuzzled her cheek with his own, the tigress taking the moment to press her nose against his forehead like she always had done. Pequeño, was her only thought before moving her nose away from his forehead taking in what he said only to find herself rumbling a bit in amusement "It's been quite a while since my promotion to officer," Though she wouldn't deny her son the chance of a double celebration, she knew that he would be moving to the temple soon enough and well, Roxanne had already found herself a working compartment so she could have an easier time of leading her own division. At first, the Officer believed that it would be quite the task for herself seeing as she had never reached a position of power before when Goldie had been around Roan's age. Knowing that she had gotten this far within the ranks, Roxie couldn't help but feel some sort of pride for herself.
Now, her and Roan had the same type of position though both of them were over their own divisions. Roxanne was in charge of the Grim Rays and Roan being the Soothsayer was over the Necro Mambas, the officer didn't doubt for a moment that her son would falter or stumble within his new rank. She began to open the box that had made sure the cake hadn't lost any of its frosting, the draconic femme would briefly scratch at her chin with a single claw deciding that she might as well ask how Roan felt about his new position "Soothsayer, ey? Not for one moment... Did I ever doubt, you'd make me even more proud of you than I already have been." Her striped tail lashing to the sides as she picked up the two plates that she had brought along with forks and a knife to cut the cake "Jus' don't overwork yourself, you hear? It's bad enough me and Goldie overwork ourselves, a young boy like you needs his beauty sleep." The last part being more playful if anything, Roxanne had plenty of time to catch some shut eye though it was hard when her own niece had lost her wife. Her chest ached momentarily only to nudge a slice of cake in Roan's direction, she would tilt her head "And if you ever need help... I'm always here for you, bebé. Never forget that,"
It often felt like her children tried hiding their problems instead of going to her about them, she was their mother though she wouldn't ever force them to tell her if they didn't feel comfortable about sharing. Maybe things would've been easier if they had been a complete family... With a father and mother. Once more, Roxanne tried not thinking of what would've happened if things had been different and returned to reality having sliced herself a bit of cake. Still, it hadn't made up for the gaps within her children's lives... Was she even doing a good job at parenting? It seemed like Roan always ended up mending her wounds instead of her doing the opposite, she grit her teeth having looked away. Her expression simply exhausted and blank as she was swept away by her own thoughts. It took her a moment to snap out of her daze and remember where she was turning to Roan only to mumble out with a faint smile "Like old times... We'd always celebrate your birthday... You and me... Inside that little hut," A soft sigh leaving her slightly parted jaws as she poked at her cake with a fork. She felt as if she had failed as a parent but she'd never voice these thoughts of hers.
Now, her and Roan had the same type of position though both of them were over their own divisions. Roxanne was in charge of the Grim Rays and Roan being the Soothsayer was over the Necro Mambas, the officer didn't doubt for a moment that her son would falter or stumble within his new rank. She began to open the box that had made sure the cake hadn't lost any of its frosting, the draconic femme would briefly scratch at her chin with a single claw deciding that she might as well ask how Roan felt about his new position "Soothsayer, ey? Not for one moment... Did I ever doubt, you'd make me even more proud of you than I already have been." Her striped tail lashing to the sides as she picked up the two plates that she had brought along with forks and a knife to cut the cake "Jus' don't overwork yourself, you hear? It's bad enough me and Goldie overwork ourselves, a young boy like you needs his beauty sleep." The last part being more playful if anything, Roxanne had plenty of time to catch some shut eye though it was hard when her own niece had lost her wife. Her chest ached momentarily only to nudge a slice of cake in Roan's direction, she would tilt her head "And if you ever need help... I'm always here for you, bebé. Never forget that,"
It often felt like her children tried hiding their problems instead of going to her about them, she was their mother though she wouldn't ever force them to tell her if they didn't feel comfortable about sharing. Maybe things would've been easier if they had been a complete family... With a father and mother. Once more, Roxanne tried not thinking of what would've happened if things had been different and returned to reality having sliced herself a bit of cake. Still, it hadn't made up for the gaps within her children's lives... Was she even doing a good job at parenting? It seemed like Roan always ended up mending her wounds instead of her doing the opposite, she grit her teeth having looked away. Her expression simply exhausted and blank as she was swept away by her own thoughts. It took her a moment to snap out of her daze and remember where she was turning to Roan only to mumble out with a faint smile "Like old times... We'd always celebrate your birthday... You and me... Inside that little hut," A soft sigh leaving her slightly parted jaws as she poked at her cake with a fork. She felt as if she had failed as a parent but she'd never voice these thoughts of hers.
EN EL ALMA SE ME FUE, SE ME FUE EL CORAZÓN
YA NO TENGO GANAS DE VIVIR, PORQUE NO TE PUEDO CONVENCER
QUE NO TE VENDAS, ROXANNE
YA NO TENGO GANAS DE VIVIR, PORQUE NO TE PUEDO CONVENCER
QUE NO TE VENDAS, ROXANNE
— Reggan