PAIN IN MY CHEST / typhoon leader

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The female would look to the male that first arrived, not recognizing him and not taking much from his appearance in general, other than he seemed to be at least mindfully cautious in his approach to her. He asks her name, but she specifically skips this part for now. Giving away her name could very well turn opinions, and she didn't know how much this stranger may listen to stories. "I am lookin' for m' son." The female would state first and foremost, bluntly and simply. There was not time to waste with these sorts of things. "His name is Lovekit. He looks like me, but sharper, darker, a lil' more canine. He's got wings, n' his eyes are green. He's only four months old, n' his other mother has passed. So he ran." Again, explanation quick and straight to the point, though is laced with that pain, that desperation. She needed her family, her son. She did not have reason to threaten unless they gave her reason to do so. She only wanted the one she sought, any sign of him at all.

When someone else would approach, it would take a moment for her to recognize him. She blinks towards the tiger, obvious that he knew her, meaning she'd reason to know him. And within a moment she remembers, and comes to a conclusion that this was Vaas. He was there when the volcano had erupted, when she'd burned. He knew a different version of her than she was currently, even if that fire he may have witness still did burn, it was softer. She had more to worry about than politics and fighting. He reveals her identity, though, and she would remain silent as he spoke, tail twitching ever so slightly. Her expression would soften a bit, welcomed by his more friendly nature towards her, though she'd let out a quiet snort at his question. "'m sure many folks would be happy if I was." Enemies yearn for her to step down, strip away her power. But she'd sooner die than let go her home.

She would keep her gaze on him for a few moments longer before shifting it back to the male that'd first arrived, paw twitching, claws tapping the sand as she awaits his response, impatience eating at her.

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[i][b]whose side are you on? [color=#008ab5]what side is this anyway?
put  down  your  sword  and  crown,
come  lay  with  me  on  the  ground.
you come beating like moth's wings, spastic and violently,
whipping me into a storm shaking me down to the core.