( there was something — gardening )

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Vicious. In most cases, Roan's mind was a raging storm, lashing out and spitting venom at anything and anyone else that came into his sight. However, the soothsayer didn't allow his mind alone to run the show. If he did, then his words would be nothing but bile and hatred, spilling out unimpeded as every little slight against him grated against his skin. In spite of everything – in spite of everything that others might think of him – the siamese actually did let his mind and his heart work together. Granted, his heart did take a much smaller role in things, but without it, then he wouldn't have a connection with any of his family. He wouldn't care about Goldie, or mama, or any of his siblings, like... Eulia. It was because of his heart that Roan was unable to truly hate Lu for the fact that she had essentially disappeared from all their lives. He was bitter about things, and silently he found himself occasionally seething over what had happened, but... he didn't hate Eulia. He couldn't. She was family, and even through everything... she would be, until the day he died.

Of course, this still didn't mean that Roan was particularly cheerful when he approached Eulia's garden, pausing as he saw her digging deep new holes into the ground, repairing the damaged land. He considered just walking right on by, without saying so much as boo to his younger sibling in greeting. However, after taking a deep breath inwards, the kedic turned and headed towards the garden, paws sinking lightly into the dirt that was scattered all around. He dug his claws lightly against the ground beneath him, releasing the vice of tension that lingered in his chest before he spoke up, "...Eulia. Do you need some help?" His voice was low and slightly blunt, the soothsayer intentionally schooling his own tone. He couldn't afford to get emotional right now. If he did, then he would end up saying something that he truly regretted, and he'd never be able to mend things after that. Even if he did shove everyone away these days, he didn't want them to be away permanently. Without those around him, deep down, he knew he wouldn't be the medic or person that he was today.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan