Today was a much different day than the last; Georgia had the luxury of waking up in completely separate moods one day after the other, and could maintain that if she didn't lose herself to the anxieties rolling around in her head. The only problem were the triggers, which grew in number nearly every passing hour. Sometimes, it was as simple as seeing Roxanne or Aphra and being thrown back into the mindset of Sam's deathbed; other times, it was a smaller, more complex trigger, like the sand getting stuck between her toes and setting off a sensory chain that resulted in a mini meltdown. Today she felt lucky; she felt like she could handle her shit. She'd slept well, she'd eaten. This could work.
She happened across the small crowd gathered outside of Roxanne and Diya's new home - her eye, somehow, was drawn to the movement of Aphra getting her face shoved into the sand with deliberate force, courtesy of Michael. "Always a pleasure to see a Cipher face-down in the dirt, where their attitude belongs," Gia cooed, scrunching her nose in Aphra's general direction. She had no sympathy for the white feline - none. Perhaps, had she met her before Sam's death, she would have been more curious of her origins and her story. But Georgia felt no remorse for someone who could say good riddance at such a horrible scene.
Polar bear. Polar bear, polar bear, polar bear - Came Georgia's forcefull, interrupting thoughts. She knew that if she traveled any further down the wormhole that was Sam's death, she'd zone out and crash the mood. Instead, the pale somali swept up beside Keigo, taking a seat next to him even if he was a little unfamiliar. She'd never met Diya before, at least; not in her living memory - nor had she seen a polar bear. "I didn't know you had a thing for pretty bears, Rox." The girl parrotted, a teasing glint in her eye.
She happened across the small crowd gathered outside of Roxanne and Diya's new home - her eye, somehow, was drawn to the movement of Aphra getting her face shoved into the sand with deliberate force, courtesy of Michael. "Always a pleasure to see a Cipher face-down in the dirt, where their attitude belongs," Gia cooed, scrunching her nose in Aphra's general direction. She had no sympathy for the white feline - none. Perhaps, had she met her before Sam's death, she would have been more curious of her origins and her story. But Georgia felt no remorse for someone who could say good riddance at such a horrible scene.
Polar bear. Polar bear, polar bear, polar bear - Came Georgia's forcefull, interrupting thoughts. She knew that if she traveled any further down the wormhole that was Sam's death, she'd zone out and crash the mood. Instead, the pale somali swept up beside Keigo, taking a seat next to him even if he was a little unfamiliar. She'd never met Diya before, at least; not in her living memory - nor had she seen a polar bear. "I didn't know you had a thing for pretty bears, Rox." The girl parrotted, a teasing glint in her eye.
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THE SEA WAVES ARE MY EVENING GOWN:
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags