01-02-2021, 06:51 AM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
"Fan of wrestling with some demons by the ocean, huh?"
Forcing yourself to just pipe down and not want help was a double edged sword was it not? On one hand, you looked tougher than you were, and people could come to respect that. Might even rely on you to be the stronger person. On the other, you never did get the resolution to your own problems that you desperately needed. Arrow sort of got it, she didn't really strive to seem strong or anything, but she was really, really bad at expressing her inner thoughts and feelings. Even as far as to not bring up things that wouldn't even seem like a burden, say...illness? She laughed now that the damage was done, and she never spoke a word of the thing that had inevitably killed her. Not that anyone else should have to suffer a similar fate, whether it be physical or mental. Surely it was at least her duty as the public servant she was to offset the harmful path.
The ghost's lanky form twisted about on the surface of the water as if it was not water at all, but solid ground beneath. The waves against the shoreline made no difference, pretty as they were. Arrow kicked her legs up in the air, a casual reaction to the current display, which at first glance might have been taken as her just not caring, but hold your concerns, all it was came down to not wanting to make the situation more awkward with a sudden intervention. Surely, if the girl had crawled all the way out to the ocean, she didn't want everyone to give her a nice cuddle and group therapy session, no? "You'll be set for busting a blood vessel with all that tension. Blood in the eye is a lot harder to clean up than some tears. No shame in cryin', I won't look."
"Fan of wrestling with some demons by the ocean, huh?"
Forcing yourself to just pipe down and not want help was a double edged sword was it not? On one hand, you looked tougher than you were, and people could come to respect that. Might even rely on you to be the stronger person. On the other, you never did get the resolution to your own problems that you desperately needed. Arrow sort of got it, she didn't really strive to seem strong or anything, but she was really, really bad at expressing her inner thoughts and feelings. Even as far as to not bring up things that wouldn't even seem like a burden, say...illness? She laughed now that the damage was done, and she never spoke a word of the thing that had inevitably killed her. Not that anyone else should have to suffer a similar fate, whether it be physical or mental. Surely it was at least her duty as the public servant she was to offset the harmful path.
The ghost's lanky form twisted about on the surface of the water as if it was not water at all, but solid ground beneath. The waves against the shoreline made no difference, pretty as they were. Arrow kicked her legs up in the air, a casual reaction to the current display, which at first glance might have been taken as her just not caring, but hold your concerns, all it was came down to not wanting to make the situation more awkward with a sudden intervention. Surely, if the girl had crawled all the way out to the ocean, she didn't want everyone to give her a nice cuddle and group therapy session, no? "You'll be set for busting a blood vessel with all that tension. Blood in the eye is a lot harder to clean up than some tears. No shame in cryin', I won't look."