11-22-2020, 02:06 PM
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.
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.
While the captain had never gotten to celebrate many birthdays - her own ones had been missed, both times, due to her own duties, she certainly wasn't about to miss her childrens' first birthday. She wasn't certain over what sort of celebration he was looking for, if any at all, but she still at the very least planned to make a little party. She was the former dealer, it was too much in her nature to throw a party wherever she could, and Seapaw deserved the attention, whether he really was seeking it or not. She knew he'd at the very least enjoy all the presents, food, and compliments. And so, she prepares a basket, several items planted inside for her plans. She'd made his present ahead of time, putting lots of thought and care into it. And she'd set out that morning with the goal in mind to find her son. Her first thought is to visit his home, but she walks along the beaches, just in case he'd decided to go out.
Once the very boy she was looking for was spotted lounging in the distance, the female would make her move. She shifts to the side, making sure no one around Seapaw, or he himself, saw her as she takes flight with her basket of goodies. She flies just above them, taking out several party hats she'd prepped and letting them gently drop to the ground along with party horns. Once satisfied with the number of hats and horns, she slowly glides down, landing behind her son, wearing her own party hat. She attempts to gently and playfully hit his back before moving around next to him. "Happy birthday t' you, happy birthday t' you, you look like a monkey, and you smell like one, too!" she sings in an enthusiastic voice, shaking her own body. The captain now pushes the basket in front of her son, a carefully wrapped, small gift inside, along with a particularly nice smelling burrito, wrapped in all the goodies - cheese, eggs, pineapple, ham.
If he was to open up the present, he'd see a golden box, and inside of that he'd find a multicolored, but mostly red, feather earring made of various macaw feathers. It seemed like the right time to give him such an item. A symbol of the Roux family, and more importantly, the heir to the next head of the next generation. It was no secret how much she'd cherished her own earring given by her papa, and she thought it only appropriate she'd share such a sentiment with her son.
Once the very boy she was looking for was spotted lounging in the distance, the female would make her move. She shifts to the side, making sure no one around Seapaw, or he himself, saw her as she takes flight with her basket of goodies. She flies just above them, taking out several party hats she'd prepped and letting them gently drop to the ground along with party horns. Once satisfied with the number of hats and horns, she slowly glides down, landing behind her son, wearing her own party hat. She attempts to gently and playfully hit his back before moving around next to him. "Happy birthday t' you, happy birthday t' you, you look like a monkey, and you smell like one, too!" she sings in an enthusiastic voice, shaking her own body. The captain now pushes the basket in front of her son, a carefully wrapped, small gift inside, along with a particularly nice smelling burrito, wrapped in all the goodies - cheese, eggs, pineapple, ham.
If he was to open up the present, he'd see a golden box, and inside of that he'd find a multicolored, but mostly red, feather earring made of various macaw feathers. It seemed like the right time to give him such an item. A symbol of the Roux family, and more importantly, the heir to the next head of the next generation. It was no secret how much she'd cherished her own earring given by her papa, and she thought it only appropriate she'd share such a sentiment with her son.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.