[shadow=#292c2e,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]oh, you seemed so happy to everybody you knew
She didn't know what it meant.
When Georgia's voice drifted over the ever-present surf and burrowed into Paola's senses, she'd felt something chill deep within her. She had shivered and trembled, figured it to be nothing more than the wind, then followed the haunting sound until she found her friend and a small audience of onlookers. For a long moment, Paola was entranced, hiding only slightly out-of-sight and uncharacteristically speechless, until the song came to an end, heralded with praise.
Paola stayed silent, however, and continued shyly glancing at the back of Georgia's head, the only thing she could see from where she stood behind her. Something burned painfully in her chest but she hardly knew what they were other than that they were pillars of fire, rising up in stark contrasts, writhing into an unfathomable mess that she couldn't even begin to unravel. She could hardly tell where one ended and the other began.
On top of it all, the underlying concern for her friend continued to burn. Paola didn't know a lot about people. For most of her life, she'd been alone, faced only with opposition—now she cared for plenty, and she didn't know what to do with that. Georgia had been her first friend in the Typhoon, and yet she didn't know how to help, or if Georgia even wanted or needed her help. Georgia was going through so much, too much, but what could Paola do? She didn't know. She didn't know and she was angry at herself, angry that she didn't know anything, couldn't do anything, couldn't say anything—
She couldn't say anything except, "Gotta agree, Geo; your voice, man, that was probably the nicest thing I've ever heard in my life. Sweep me off my feet, why don't you?" When she finally came into view, she'd pushed her anxiety aside in favor of a familiar, bright grin unfurling across her muzzle. She took a seat not far from the gathered group and blinked kindly at Michael and Suitekit before turning back to Geo and offering her a playful look. "Really. I mean it, no joke. It was very lovely."
[table][tr][td]When Georgia's voice drifted over the ever-present surf and burrowed into Paola's senses, she'd felt something chill deep within her. She had shivered and trembled, figured it to be nothing more than the wind, then followed the haunting sound until she found her friend and a small audience of onlookers. For a long moment, Paola was entranced, hiding only slightly out-of-sight and uncharacteristically speechless, until the song came to an end, heralded with praise.
Paola stayed silent, however, and continued shyly glancing at the back of Georgia's head, the only thing she could see from where she stood behind her. Something burned painfully in her chest but she hardly knew what they were other than that they were pillars of fire, rising up in stark contrasts, writhing into an unfathomable mess that she couldn't even begin to unravel. She could hardly tell where one ended and the other began.
On top of it all, the underlying concern for her friend continued to burn. Paola didn't know a lot about people. For most of her life, she'd been alone, faced only with opposition—now she cared for plenty, and she didn't know what to do with that. Georgia had been her first friend in the Typhoon, and yet she didn't know how to help, or if Georgia even wanted or needed her help. Georgia was going through so much, too much, but what could Paola do? She didn't know. She didn't know and she was angry at herself, angry that she didn't know anything, couldn't do anything, couldn't say anything—
She couldn't say anything except, "Gotta agree, Geo; your voice, man, that was probably the nicest thing I've ever heard in my life. Sweep me off my feet, why don't you?" When she finally came into view, she'd pushed her anxiety aside in favor of a familiar, bright grin unfurling across her muzzle. She took a seat not far from the gathered group and blinked kindly at Michael and Suitekit before turning back to Geo and offering her a playful look. "Really. I mean it, no joke. It was very lovely."
10 MOONS
[/td][td]BETA
[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] I WON'T STOP FEELING THE WEIGHT OF MY WORLD: