01-17-2021, 03:51 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.
While the tigress certainly needed no help finding ways to spend her days, the call of Diya's voice certainly intrigued her. She was assigning tasks for her crewmates to do, something they could accomplish for the betterment of everyone. The tigress figured she may as well participate, even if she already had a few ideas over what she could do to spend time. Whatever ideas Diya had could be just as helpful, so the tigress would approach the scene, ears perked forward. "I'd like one, please," she'd request after Plane spoke up, offering a simple nod. She'd only hope the other wouldn't assign her something like, "lay around all day" or something like that.
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.