12-13-2020, 12:17 AM
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.
/after being rescued at the raid, goldie is temporarily staying in tangle for safety while she heals
It was funny, thinking on it; she'd not celebrated her birthday before. This one, whether there was room for celebration or not, would remain characteristic to her past two ones. The first, being just as the Typhoon's volcano had erupted, soon after her stepping up to her position, to burn and be reborn into her current body, and the second, just after the large raid against the Pitt, her temporarily ascending as their ardent until she may find one suitable for their terms of surrender. Her life was far too busy, held too many responsibilities to think of such trivial things. She'd been the dealer before, so she knew how to celebrate, throw parties. That was good enough. Throwing things for everyone else was plenty for her. This year was still quite odd in the circumstances. Still half-dead, far too many things going on to think of such a trivial thing, but the responsibilities were not so much her own this time - not to her choice. And here she was, stuck, until it was time to move once more. Soon, but not yet.
And the injured once-captain rests in the town, body against a tree. She'd walked with only two legs before, but that was two years ago, and the legs had still been attached. This was something still new for her. And the weakness of her sick body was not helping. But still, she tried here and there, stepping up for a few moments, going to the nearest structure, before resting for several more minutes again. And the process would repeat. For now, she only sits, breaths slightly struggled as she works through her shaking body. She eyes the tavern, hoping maybe being in such a building could help relieve some of the feeling, emotion running through her body. There was a lot to take in still, and she isn't sure she'll be able to process it all for a while.
But, she was alive. She had been around much longer than she would have ever expected. And that was quite alright. And she still had her family, even if different, they still remained. And soon, her home, too. So, a silent celebration through her head. Happy birthday, a cheers to life, to family, and to eventual victory. It was better to be grateful, than to try and think of anything else. And so she would be, no matter the pain, the thread that still pulled. She still had this. Three years worth of it.
It was funny, thinking on it; she'd not celebrated her birthday before. This one, whether there was room for celebration or not, would remain characteristic to her past two ones. The first, being just as the Typhoon's volcano had erupted, soon after her stepping up to her position, to burn and be reborn into her current body, and the second, just after the large raid against the Pitt, her temporarily ascending as their ardent until she may find one suitable for their terms of surrender. Her life was far too busy, held too many responsibilities to think of such trivial things. She'd been the dealer before, so she knew how to celebrate, throw parties. That was good enough. Throwing things for everyone else was plenty for her. This year was still quite odd in the circumstances. Still half-dead, far too many things going on to think of such a trivial thing, but the responsibilities were not so much her own this time - not to her choice. And here she was, stuck, until it was time to move once more. Soon, but not yet.
And the injured once-captain rests in the town, body against a tree. She'd walked with only two legs before, but that was two years ago, and the legs had still been attached. This was something still new for her. And the weakness of her sick body was not helping. But still, she tried here and there, stepping up for a few moments, going to the nearest structure, before resting for several more minutes again. And the process would repeat. For now, she only sits, breaths slightly struggled as she works through her shaking body. She eyes the tavern, hoping maybe being in such a building could help relieve some of the feeling, emotion running through her body. There was a lot to take in still, and she isn't sure she'll be able to process it all for a while.
But, she was alive. She had been around much longer than she would have ever expected. And that was quite alright. And she still had her family, even if different, they still remained. And soon, her home, too. So, a silent celebration through her head. Happy birthday, a cheers to life, to family, and to eventual victory. It was better to be grateful, than to try and think of anything else. And so she would be, no matter the pain, the thread that still pulled. She still had this. Three years worth of it.
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.