01-13-2021, 01:34 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.
Would it be better, to remember the weight of living - would she be happier, if she knew? Would the others? Surely, the answer would be yes, at least for the latter question. If she could recall, the others would not feel the doubt they did when they saw her, Roan would not feel so worried over her, they would not think of her with such pain. Whatever her life had been before, it was much too grand, much too abstract for her to attempt to grapple with. Perhaps that was true for her even when she was aware of it all. She could only imagine what she'd felt in the past, imagine what it may have been like, dream for something so close, but just out of reach, for the threads that'd been lost with the currents. There was not much that could be done for it anymore. She could be useful, she could grab herbs for the soothsayers, she could listen to her family's stories, and she could socialize, but in the end, there was a sense of detachment from it all. Was this Goldenluxury Roux?
There was one thing, she's certain, that her old self could relate to. It was an undeniable feeling, whenever she'd moved about her home. The sense that this is where she belongs, and that she could wake up every day for the rest of time, and find something new to love within the sands, the dirt, the waters, the trees. It could distract her injured, overwhelmed head, and keep it calm. This is Goldenluxury Roux, she knows it. And she, at least, could have this, as she moves about the archipelago. Roan wished for her to not go alone, but it was hard to ask someone to drop whatever they were doing just so they could walk alongside her. She didn't feel particularly compelled, either, to share her experience around the territory every time she went out of the temple. This was something for her. And she was able to find something new, once more. There was always some sort of distraction on these walks, and that's what she liked the most about them.
The tigress approaches the scene quietly, looking over those that had gathered curiously. The scent had drawn her, the noise closed her in. Her eyes travel onto the boar prepared by Deldrach, her mouth feeling an obligation to say something, rather than simply stand there silently. "That smells good," she'd settle on, nodding to the catch. It was not obvious unless it came up, but since waking up, Goldie has most certainly been more of a foodie than before. The various fruits, fishes, and meals that were brought to her always delighted her. The feeling of trying something familiar, but still new, was a sensation she enjoyed.
There was one thing, she's certain, that her old self could relate to. It was an undeniable feeling, whenever she'd moved about her home. The sense that this is where she belongs, and that she could wake up every day for the rest of time, and find something new to love within the sands, the dirt, the waters, the trees. It could distract her injured, overwhelmed head, and keep it calm. This is Goldenluxury Roux, she knows it. And she, at least, could have this, as she moves about the archipelago. Roan wished for her to not go alone, but it was hard to ask someone to drop whatever they were doing just so they could walk alongside her. She didn't feel particularly compelled, either, to share her experience around the territory every time she went out of the temple. This was something for her. And she was able to find something new, once more. There was always some sort of distraction on these walks, and that's what she liked the most about them.
The tigress approaches the scene quietly, looking over those that had gathered curiously. The scent had drawn her, the noise closed her in. Her eyes travel onto the boar prepared by Deldrach, her mouth feeling an obligation to say something, rather than simply stand there silently. "That smells good," she'd settle on, nodding to the catch. It was not obvious unless it came up, but since waking up, Goldie has most certainly been more of a foodie than before. The various fruits, fishes, and meals that were brought to her always delighted her. The feeling of trying something familiar, but still new, was a sensation she enjoyed.
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.