I AM GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS YEAR IF IT KILLS ME

[roan ;]

Roan had learned quite a while ago that "trying to kill Goldenluxury Roux" was seemingly a hobby that many different kinds of people had come to share. While the soothsayer loved his cousin deeply, and would take on the entire world for her, it was hard to deny that her mere presence brought with it a sense of danger. It weighed heavily on his mind, as it often meant that he needed to be the one to patch her up afterwards, not wanting the captain to do sloppy work on herself. It had hurt at first, but as isolated incidents had turned to a reoccurring pattern, he had slowly become more numb to it. He still felt that spark of righteous anger whenever his cousin was hurt, but he didn't feel the accompanying guilt and pain that had formerly come with it. Especially since, most of the time, she was hurt because she had handled things on her terms, and no one else's. However, that hadn't been the case when she had her earring snatched away from her. The siamese wasn't sure he had ever seen her in such a state before, having lost something so precious to her, and it had left an uneasy mark on his mind.

The crack of lightning ripping through the air had brought Roan to his paws immediately, adrenaline rushing through his body as he stumbled forth from his bed. In the past, he would've just ignored the storm, and let it roll peacefully over The Typhoon without any fuss. After what had happened to Rosemary's home, however, it had become difficult for him to view lightning and thunder with the same peaceful thoughts as before. Sure enough, when the young male stepped forth out of the temple, he was greeted by the sight of electricity arcing through the air, and connecting with the conductive sea below. He winced, not even wanting to think about how much damage could've been done to those below the waves. He wasn't given much time to ponder, however, as he saw Georgia approaching the sea in the distance, and saw the weary form of Goldie being spat up onto the shore. Cursing loudly to himself, Roan turned to dash into the temple and grab his bag, taking flight for the beach shortly afterwards.

The draconic feline's paws collided messily with the sands of the beach as he landed, shaking bits of wetness from his fur. Thankfully, he couldn't smell any blood on the air, which was always a good sign. Coming up quickly alongside Georgia, Roan's blue gaze lingered on Goldie for a long moment, searching the collapsed captain for any signs of injury. He found none, aside from the obvious gasping for air, the reasoning for why becoming crystal clear when his cousin explained what had happened. Sighing heavily, the soothsayer glanced down at Goldie's earring, clasped between her paws like a joyous prize, before he spoke, "That's great, Goldie... I'm glad that you got it back. Do you have any idea who was trying to hurt you this time?" Taking a tentative step forward, the feline nudged against his cousin's ribs, searching for any sign of irregularities before he continued, "Do you need any painkillers? Being unable to breathe... the sensation must've been horrible." The male had panic attacks in the past, and he knew what it felt like to have your lungs suddenly just stop on you, but to have them forcibly prevented from working? It sounded like a nightmare, and he was already getting ready to grab some poppy seeds if necessary.

ROAN Ó FOALÁIN-ROUX - THE TYPHOON - SOOTHSAYER

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