12-15-2020, 09:44 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.
There was gratitude, in know she was alive, in knowing she was safe, at least temporarily, in knowing that she would have at least a little bit of time to heal. In her allies giving her a place to stay, until it was time to go home. In seeing a friend despite it, family. There was gratitude. But, there was pain. Exhaustion. And most of all loneliness. She'd not spent so much time in the territory since...since Sam. But, she was gone now. Not coming back, as far as they all could see. And Aurum was here still, but her cousin, her former friends, their leaders, they'd passed. They were all in some state of grief, in some state of shock. As she struggled to move, it only felt as if the thread had wrapped itself around her tighter. The details of what all had transpired the past month was too much to process, too much to try and work through for now. There was bigger things to focus on, think about, but she was stuck. Her body struggled to balance, shook against its own weight, and the captain who'd always been the one to lead headstrong, get everything done with efficiency, was stuck. And there was no one to carry that weight but her. They'd all already had far too much to carry themselves, so she may be left in their dust.
It wasn't her right to complain - it wasn't much of anyone's to, really. They'd all much bigger things to worry of than lovers who died months ago, than friends that came and went in the blink of an eye, of missing legs, of threads of lives entangled and knotted. There was something much bigger at play, bigger than any one of them, any one of their friends, their lovers, their lives. It was about all of them, their homes, and the future of a man that had deserved death two years ago, that had sealed it, the moment he tried to convince Goldenluxury Roux she was less than, that she deserved to be his slave, that for her freedom her mama must die, that she was anyone but who she was. And she'd intended to do it long ago, but the lying fox had beat her to it - the only thing he'd managed to fuck up in her plans despite his greatest efforts. And so she trudged on quietly each day that passed, trying to put on an uplifting spirit for her friends, put on a serious mind whenever discussion of strategy came about. But the truth was, an old fuzz had taken hold of her mind's empty space once more. And progression was almost stunted.
Still, when she smelt the blood, heard the call of Aurum, she knew she couldn't just sit by. The tigress would be far too slow to reach Moth, best left to whoever the lion had yelled it out to, but she had some knowledge, some use where she was, if she could just get herself to move in time. She didn't know of all of the swamp-dweller's medical supplies, but it wouldn't be hard to get makeshift bandages of cobwebs, not far away, collecting them with a stick. She'd need to count on someone else to bring proper herbs.
And in the tigress' shaky, struggled movements, harsh breath, she enters the home of a female she'd managed to befriend in a short span of time, one that arguably helped lead to her situation now in her inaction, but such a thought had never truly crossed her mind. Or if it had, it had been briefly pushed away. She'd not known the specifics of that day, it was hard to remember it at all. Her mind was not a reliable source right now. She stumbles over next to Aurum, landing in a sort-of fall as she drops the stick filled with cobwebs. She catches her breath for a moment before speaking,
"We need t' stop the bleedin'." A simple command, weak voice calm in its instruction. "Moth will bring the proper herbs for it, so in the meantime, help me clean n' apply pressure. Unless you can find some horsetail or marigold really quick." She's sure there was likely some growing not too far off in their forest territory, but she didn't want to pressure him to go off and find an herb if he was unsure of it.
It wasn't her right to complain - it wasn't much of anyone's to, really. They'd all much bigger things to worry of than lovers who died months ago, than friends that came and went in the blink of an eye, of missing legs, of threads of lives entangled and knotted. There was something much bigger at play, bigger than any one of them, any one of their friends, their lovers, their lives. It was about all of them, their homes, and the future of a man that had deserved death two years ago, that had sealed it, the moment he tried to convince Goldenluxury Roux she was less than, that she deserved to be his slave, that for her freedom her mama must die, that she was anyone but who she was. And she'd intended to do it long ago, but the lying fox had beat her to it - the only thing he'd managed to fuck up in her plans despite his greatest efforts. And so she trudged on quietly each day that passed, trying to put on an uplifting spirit for her friends, put on a serious mind whenever discussion of strategy came about. But the truth was, an old fuzz had taken hold of her mind's empty space once more. And progression was almost stunted.
Still, when she smelt the blood, heard the call of Aurum, she knew she couldn't just sit by. The tigress would be far too slow to reach Moth, best left to whoever the lion had yelled it out to, but she had some knowledge, some use where she was, if she could just get herself to move in time. She didn't know of all of the swamp-dweller's medical supplies, but it wouldn't be hard to get makeshift bandages of cobwebs, not far away, collecting them with a stick. She'd need to count on someone else to bring proper herbs.
And in the tigress' shaky, struggled movements, harsh breath, she enters the home of a female she'd managed to befriend in a short span of time, one that arguably helped lead to her situation now in her inaction, but such a thought had never truly crossed her mind. Or if it had, it had been briefly pushed away. She'd not known the specifics of that day, it was hard to remember it at all. Her mind was not a reliable source right now. She stumbles over next to Aurum, landing in a sort-of fall as she drops the stick filled with cobwebs. She catches her breath for a moment before speaking,
"We need t' stop the bleedin'." A simple command, weak voice calm in its instruction. "Moth will bring the proper herbs for it, so in the meantime, help me clean n' apply pressure. Unless you can find some horsetail or marigold really quick." She's sure there was likely some growing not too far off in their forest territory, but she didn't want to pressure him to go off and find an herb if he was unsure 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.