01-02-2021, 10:05 PM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
Wake up. It was a simple mantra that had been repeating in Roan's head ever since the raid, cold blue eyes focused on Goldie's unmoving body, save for the occasional shift of breath. His head was chanting, so loudly that it nearly drowned out all other rational thought, practically driving the soothsayer mad – wake up, wake up, wake UP. Along with the chanting came a plethora of questions, the young medic questioning what exactly it was that he was doing wrong. Why was it that she was taking so long to wake up? She had hit her head pretty hard, yes, but she had been through worse than that, so why wasn't she awake? Why wasn't she already up celebrating with all of them over the death of that damned snake? He spent hours pondering those questions over and over again, paws practically wearing a trail on the temple floor as he paced around in circles. Every second that wasn't occupied with checking Goldie's breath or dealing with another patient were dedicated to just worrying. Worrying about Goldie's head. Worrying about when she would finally wake up. Worrying about what state she would be in when she did wake up. The anxiety would've been nearly enough to cripple anybody else, but Roan had been living with it for so long that the blanket of terror felt almost natural.
Truthfully, he knew what he was going through at the moment was his own fault. He had pledged after Jaime died that he wouldn't allow himself to get close to anybody else. That way, he would never have to worry about losing someone that he loved so dearly again. However, there was a fatal flaw in his plan – his family. His mama, Diya, Goldie, his uncles, his siblings... they all already knew him. They knew the flaws in his armor, and he knew that he'd never be able to truly stop caring about them. Even with his recent frustrations at Eulia, he simply wasn't able to hate her, and he would never be able to. Which meant that it would be so much worse when she ended up disappearing, just like everybody else did. Just like Trygve and Jaime had. And now, here he was, spending every waking hour pacing in circles, fighting to stop his breath from becoming ragged as he waited for his cousin to awaken. He couldn't help but think about the fact that there was a chance she wouldn't awaken. There was a non-zero chance that she would succumb to her injuries, and end up leaving him, just like everyone else was bound to do. But when he thought about that, he began to feel a migraine come on, so he often avoided the subject. He couldn't afford to be in a weakened state – not when the Typhoon was still recovering, and not when Rosemary was around as well.
On the day that she would finally awakened, Roan had begun to feel his hope wavering. He still saw no signs of life coming from her, and the walls of the temple were beginning to feel as though they were suffocating him, rather than providing him with a sense of safety. Still, he wouldn't be able to bear it if he left and returned to her either passing away or waking up, so he had no choice but to stay. He let the stone walls wear away at his patience, his body feeling exhausted as he slowly moved to sort herbs. His supply of coffee from the tavern had been pretty consistent ever since the raid, but even that wasn't enough to fight against his current fatigue. As he moved over to one of the walls of the temple, he dug his claws sharply against the stone, wincing at the sense of pain that came with the movement. Despite this, he kept doing it, just to keep himself awake. He wouldn't be able to pass out if he kept up that little jolt of pain. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though he would have to for all that much longer. As he turned to return to his usual pacing pattern, the draconic feline found himself frozen. Goldie was shifting, and given the sharp intake of breath, it seemed as though she would be awakening very soon. Sure enough, it was only a few seconds before she opened her eyes, a high pitched and agonizing cry of pain leaving her and causing Roan to wince.
Quickly, the soothsayer sprinted over to the entrance of the temple, leaning his front out as he shouted into the open air, "MAMA! EVERYBODY! Goldie is awake!" That was all he left it at, unwilling to spare any more time away from his newly awakened cousin. He immediately turned and headed back inside, grabbing several different kinds of painkillers from their individual cubbies before he moved over to Goldie. Honestly, the captain didn't look all that much better then when she was asleep, but at least her eyes were open, and that was certainly enough for him. Taking in a slow and shuddering breath, Roan pushed the painkillers forward for her to eat, his voice ragged, "Here... eat these. They should help with your head... hopefully." It was hard for him to say for sure, considering the fact that concussions were extremely fickle beasts. There was no telling how much damage had been done from the initial impact, nor from the fact that she had slept for so agonizingly long. He hoped that her recovery would be a swift one, but the realist part of him – the larger part of him, really – knew that it more than likely wouldn't be. At least she would always have him around to offer his support.
Roan found that his own head was swimming as he took a couple of steps back from Goldie, unsure of what to say next, or how to proceed. He was undeniably emotional, the knot of anxiety that had been lingering in his chest for days lashing out and tearing up his insides. In spite of this, he was able to crack his jaws open, tone uneasy as he spoke to his cousin and friend, "Cousin Goldie... I'm so glad that you're awake. I wasn't... I wasn't sure when you would wake up. It's been days since the raid, and you didn't seem to be making any improvements, and I..." He trailed off, the knot in his chest making its way up to his traitorous throat. There was an unfamiliar sting in his eyes, and his neck breath came out as a sort of strangled laugh, the male scrubbing at his face frantically in an effort to make the pain fade. With his cheeks dampening and his chest threatening to heave him into his own temporary coma, Roan managed to choke out a few more words, "I wasn't... I w-w... I wasn't even sure you were going to wake up. I thought maybe... maybe we had lost you." With that, the siamese then turned his head, blinking away tears and trying his best to catch his own breath.
Truthfully, he knew what he was going through at the moment was his own fault. He had pledged after Jaime died that he wouldn't allow himself to get close to anybody else. That way, he would never have to worry about losing someone that he loved so dearly again. However, there was a fatal flaw in his plan – his family. His mama, Diya, Goldie, his uncles, his siblings... they all already knew him. They knew the flaws in his armor, and he knew that he'd never be able to truly stop caring about them. Even with his recent frustrations at Eulia, he simply wasn't able to hate her, and he would never be able to. Which meant that it would be so much worse when she ended up disappearing, just like everybody else did. Just like Trygve and Jaime had. And now, here he was, spending every waking hour pacing in circles, fighting to stop his breath from becoming ragged as he waited for his cousin to awaken. He couldn't help but think about the fact that there was a chance she wouldn't awaken. There was a non-zero chance that she would succumb to her injuries, and end up leaving him, just like everyone else was bound to do. But when he thought about that, he began to feel a migraine come on, so he often avoided the subject. He couldn't afford to be in a weakened state – not when the Typhoon was still recovering, and not when Rosemary was around as well.
On the day that she would finally awakened, Roan had begun to feel his hope wavering. He still saw no signs of life coming from her, and the walls of the temple were beginning to feel as though they were suffocating him, rather than providing him with a sense of safety. Still, he wouldn't be able to bear it if he left and returned to her either passing away or waking up, so he had no choice but to stay. He let the stone walls wear away at his patience, his body feeling exhausted as he slowly moved to sort herbs. His supply of coffee from the tavern had been pretty consistent ever since the raid, but even that wasn't enough to fight against his current fatigue. As he moved over to one of the walls of the temple, he dug his claws sharply against the stone, wincing at the sense of pain that came with the movement. Despite this, he kept doing it, just to keep himself awake. He wouldn't be able to pass out if he kept up that little jolt of pain. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though he would have to for all that much longer. As he turned to return to his usual pacing pattern, the draconic feline found himself frozen. Goldie was shifting, and given the sharp intake of breath, it seemed as though she would be awakening very soon. Sure enough, it was only a few seconds before she opened her eyes, a high pitched and agonizing cry of pain leaving her and causing Roan to wince.
Quickly, the soothsayer sprinted over to the entrance of the temple, leaning his front out as he shouted into the open air, "MAMA! EVERYBODY! Goldie is awake!" That was all he left it at, unwilling to spare any more time away from his newly awakened cousin. He immediately turned and headed back inside, grabbing several different kinds of painkillers from their individual cubbies before he moved over to Goldie. Honestly, the captain didn't look all that much better then when she was asleep, but at least her eyes were open, and that was certainly enough for him. Taking in a slow and shuddering breath, Roan pushed the painkillers forward for her to eat, his voice ragged, "Here... eat these. They should help with your head... hopefully." It was hard for him to say for sure, considering the fact that concussions were extremely fickle beasts. There was no telling how much damage had been done from the initial impact, nor from the fact that she had slept for so agonizingly long. He hoped that her recovery would be a swift one, but the realist part of him – the larger part of him, really – knew that it more than likely wouldn't be. At least she would always have him around to offer his support.
Roan found that his own head was swimming as he took a couple of steps back from Goldie, unsure of what to say next, or how to proceed. He was undeniably emotional, the knot of anxiety that had been lingering in his chest for days lashing out and tearing up his insides. In spite of this, he was able to crack his jaws open, tone uneasy as he spoke to his cousin and friend, "Cousin Goldie... I'm so glad that you're awake. I wasn't... I wasn't sure when you would wake up. It's been days since the raid, and you didn't seem to be making any improvements, and I..." He trailed off, the knot in his chest making its way up to his traitorous throat. There was an unfamiliar sting in his eyes, and his neck breath came out as a sort of strangled laugh, the male scrubbing at his face frantically in an effort to make the pain fade. With his cheeks dampening and his chest threatening to heave him into his own temporary coma, Roan managed to choke out a few more words, "I wasn't... I w-w... I wasn't even sure you were going to wake up. I thought maybe... maybe we had lost you." With that, the siamese then turned his head, blinking away tears and trying his best to catch his own breath.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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