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.

In the past, if the boy had gone to her for advice, she would have taken the time to give him something productive, something useful. The female had always been sure to make it clear that if her children ever needed anything, they could go to her, that she wanted them to go to her. And she would still that same sentiment now, but she wasn't so sure she could offer what she had in the past. She didn't remember the life experience, didn't know how you were supposed to cope, didn't even know how to do most basic duties in the group anymore. Perhaps a muscle memory, some feelings still remained, some things were simply instinct, and others buried deep further with association, beyond any cut strings and burned directly into her core. But she didn't know how to retrieve them, they simply appeared when they happened to be relevant. She didn't know who she was, doesn't know who she is. And she shares the feeling, not knowing who she is meant to be. Will they resent her, for being someone different than they recall? She was afraid to know.

Regardless, the female would do her best still now, to listen, to hear the boy's words as he spoke up. He seemed unsure in himself, unsure of what to say. She decides then, that she will make it easier, make the words come more natural, less thought needing to be put into them. Make things not so awkward, as best as she could.

"I like that name," the tigress would respond lightly with a small nod, offering a slight friendly smile towards the other. "Is' nice t' meet you properly, then, Brandyskies." Admittedly, she'd not really heard much of the talk regarding the two's situation. All she'd known, was that suddenly a son she'd not had originally had appeared, according to others. It was strange, but she didn't know how else to take it but to simply shrug it off for the time being. She didn't quite know what it meant, exactly, and she wasn't too interested in finding that out, unless either of them thought it important to take the time to explain it. Regardless, they were her children, and she wanted to do them right, even if she wasn't who they'd grown up to know and love. At least, not from her perspective. Probably not from theirs either, though. There's a slight temptation to question what the other knew about her, what he made of her now, but she decided that the topic wasn't worth addressing at the moment. She was tired, of disappointing others' memories. Instead, she'd rather listen to someone talk about something else, other than her head, or who she was, or what she should or shouldn't be doing. "May I ask what happened...t' your leg?"