mustard gas - goldenluxury

[bubblegum]

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.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Now that Roan was back, Goldie was able to remain in the temple with less worry. There was a scare from her recent seizure, but he had assured it was likely something related to her head injury, and very well could be the only one she ever suffers from in her lifetime. Of course, they'd need to give it time to really see, but it was reassuring, and she could rest knowing that her cousin was safe once more. She'd still spent the majority of the days concerned, confused, and asking herself more questions than anyone could answer, detached and slightly aloof. She did get visitors, but it was never enough or for long, given that everyone was busy, and spending time with someone that didn't remember them probably wasn't the most fun use of time. But she could still appreciate the effort, even if she knew the grief they'd experienced she wasn't sure she ever could - at least, not in the same way.

She didn't quite know who their Goldenluxury Roux was. She'd ideas, and she had a feeling...they weren't really alike. She'd sounded powerful, fearless, and always had the answer. But Goldie didn't have any strength now, felt a constant dread, and never had the answers she or anyone else needed. She was somebody different now, and she was almost a little ashamed of it. But she didn't know what to do about it, and there wasn't much she could do, so she rested within the temple, staying out of the other's way, and minding her own business, staring at the walls. And that's what Brandy would come to find his mother doing now, curled up by herself in a bed, ears perking at his words. She hesitates, before turning her neck towards him.

"Right here," she'd call in response, head lifting ever so slightly, eyes carefully looking over the tiguar. Her tail tip twitches, a recognition to the voice, but everything else felt distant. But, she'd been given the title of mother, and with that it was obvious this was another one of her sons. "I'm still your mom." She'd determine with a slight nod. Just because she couldn't remember...didn't mean she wanted to erase what had happened. It still existed, and she still had a desperation to know her family, just as they'd known her. It pained her, to see her children be so distant, so hesitant to approach. Was the sight of her really that horrible? She didn't know, but she couldn't bring herself to push them on it. If that was really how they'd felt, she couldn't make them change, and she was grateful for any interaction they may offer her at all. "I wouldn' mind a chat."