01-03-2021, 08:13 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.
The first thing she's introduced to is the ringing, fuzzing in her ears. The pulsating from her head, and the muddled movement around her. Others were nearby, yelling something. Her name. Or, a nickname, it seemed. Some louder than others, some moved closer, stayed back. Words called out to her all at once, stirred around. And she would slightly open her eyes once more, blurred gaze making out the herbs in front of her maw, nose twitching. She shifts ever so slightly, a sharp pain shooting throughout her as she reaches for them. The tigress chews them, and closes her eyes once more, the light and movement too much at once to take in. What exact was being said to her, she struggled to make out, but there was a lot of it, all at once. Her body is tempted simply to succumb to the sleep once more, but it was much too loud, too uncomfortable.
For a few moments, before the medicine can start to kick in, the pain is all she can think of. Her head throbs, a steady beat pushing from her heart through her veins. She'd perhaps give in to the nausea, if she'd anything to get rid of in her body. But she didn't. So instead she could struggle to push past the feeling, the words, and the movement of everyone around her. Questions, they asked, and there was relief she could recognize. The voices had something homelike to them, but she could not pick up on why. Her brain was devoid of any reason, but pain. Was there any purpose to it at all? The voice before...it'd instructed her to listen. Perhaps, as the pain slowly begins its journey to easing, she will do such a thing. For now, it's all she really can do.
And so ever so slightly, each moment, the ringing begins to get quieter. And the throb begins to become a bit more manageable. And she's able to gently, slightly open her eyes, and look, really look. She tries to go over it all in her head. Goldie, they'd said, cousin, and there was the call of a mother, and then...a captain. A captain? Family? Her gaze travels down to the walls around her first. The stone, mixed with shelves of herbs she struggled to recognize. A large variety of sorts. An overwhelming amount of faces, staring down to her in worry, in relief. And her pained gaze felt far away, lost in them all. There was a seeming familiarity about them all but she couldn't quite recognize it, her brain fizzled and buzzed, trying to pull any information beyond the vague feeling. Tell her where she was, who these people were, who Goldenluxury Roux is. But it could not grasp at beyond to what it'd already done.
She remains quiet, still, unsure and lost on how she was to proceed. She was somebody, that much was evident by her surroundings. But who exactly that was, besides the answer of her name, her status with the Gods, could not be retrieved by her damaged head. It'd been lost somewhere, severed from its strings. The information it'd held once before had no room, was smashed away, and the empty space struggled to hold onto much at all. But, how she would respond, how she may speak up, it was unapparent. Perhaps it would be easier, to be silent, and let them believe she knew that she was apart of whatever club they so clearly shared, and exactly how she was apart of it. However, the truth was, she'd no idea. The flower's petals had fallen away, and she could not recall of what they even looked like.
"I..." comes her voice, finally. But it struggles, is weak, and shaky. Her throat is dry, struggling from lack of use. For some reason, her eyes seem to become watery, teary-eyed, and she can't figure out why. She was not sad. Not as far as she could tell, at least. Whatever part of her that may feel empathetic towards their reactions, that has already been through this once before, was nothing more than a feeling that she could not control now. And what question, what words, could possibly account for what she had to admit? Her struggling mind didn't know. There was only one thing, among all this, that it did know. "H-Hello, m' name...is Goldenluxury Roux."
"Can anyone tell me...where I am?"
For a few moments, before the medicine can start to kick in, the pain is all she can think of. Her head throbs, a steady beat pushing from her heart through her veins. She'd perhaps give in to the nausea, if she'd anything to get rid of in her body. But she didn't. So instead she could struggle to push past the feeling, the words, and the movement of everyone around her. Questions, they asked, and there was relief she could recognize. The voices had something homelike to them, but she could not pick up on why. Her brain was devoid of any reason, but pain. Was there any purpose to it at all? The voice before...it'd instructed her to listen. Perhaps, as the pain slowly begins its journey to easing, she will do such a thing. For now, it's all she really can do.
And so ever so slightly, each moment, the ringing begins to get quieter. And the throb begins to become a bit more manageable. And she's able to gently, slightly open her eyes, and look, really look. She tries to go over it all in her head. Goldie, they'd said, cousin, and there was the call of a mother, and then...a captain. A captain? Family? Her gaze travels down to the walls around her first. The stone, mixed with shelves of herbs she struggled to recognize. A large variety of sorts. An overwhelming amount of faces, staring down to her in worry, in relief. And her pained gaze felt far away, lost in them all. There was a seeming familiarity about them all but she couldn't quite recognize it, her brain fizzled and buzzed, trying to pull any information beyond the vague feeling. Tell her where she was, who these people were, who Goldenluxury Roux is. But it could not grasp at beyond to what it'd already done.
She remains quiet, still, unsure and lost on how she was to proceed. She was somebody, that much was evident by her surroundings. But who exactly that was, besides the answer of her name, her status with the Gods, could not be retrieved by her damaged head. It'd been lost somewhere, severed from its strings. The information it'd held once before had no room, was smashed away, and the empty space struggled to hold onto much at all. But, how she would respond, how she may speak up, it was unapparent. Perhaps it would be easier, to be silent, and let them believe she knew that she was apart of whatever club they so clearly shared, and exactly how she was apart of it. However, the truth was, she'd no idea. The flower's petals had fallen away, and she could not recall of what they even looked like.
"I..." comes her voice, finally. But it struggles, is weak, and shaky. Her throat is dry, struggling from lack of use. For some reason, her eyes seem to become watery, teary-eyed, and she can't figure out why. She was not sad. Not as far as she could tell, at least. Whatever part of her that may feel empathetic towards their reactions, that has already been through this once before, was nothing more than a feeling that she could not control now. And what question, what words, could possibly account for what she had to admit? Her struggling mind didn't know. There was only one thing, among all this, that it did know. "H-Hello, m' name...is Goldenluxury Roux."
"Can anyone tell me...where I am?"
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.