01-31-2021, 12:00 AM
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.
If she'd any knowledge over the whole story of what'd happened, between her, Ninazu, Stryker, the Pitt, and the Coalition, she would not feel any remorse for what resulted. She would feel sorry, that she could not be the same, could not be as courageous, as powerful, as before, that she could not remember the spark that lit her through her leadership. But, there would only be calls of victory, celebration, for the death of Stryker. There would be a grand relief, that it was over with, seemingly once and for all. No longer would he hurt others, and the example of him, and anyone like him would be made. Though, too, there would be a grand fear, had she known the exact details of it all. Terrified, knowing that there were still others out there. Afraid, knowing that she may still be targeted, that her family may still be, that they were not safe regardless. Traumatized from the events that'd unfolded, sitting in their own quiet, disgusting deaths in the bunker. No matter if she'd received that final blow in the end or not, it was undoubtable that she would be changed forever.
Only now she cannot even be given the chance to revel in her victory, only watch the silent grief of her crewmates, their awkward attempts as they grew more accepting, her overwhelmingly confusing, expansive, and public history that no one could quite get out to her. But, no matter what, it would always creep up back to her. And that could not be escaped, even if she couldn't remember it. There were simply too many loose ends and too many cut strings to fully fix.
The first thing she'd notice would be the smell, something foreign and unrecognized. Only a feeling, almost, something telling her she should perhaps be alert. That perhaps, just maybe, she should get up and run. Her head turns from the ocean, but not fast enough in time for her to realize what was coming after her. She feels her body shoved down into the sand, letting out a cry in surprise from the momentum. Her ears ring for a moment as she recovers from the feeling slowly, trying her best to hear the hateful voice snarl out to her.
"Who-" she'd struggle out, pausing for a moment. Her head is beginning to spiral, a noise filling in, making it hard to process her thoughts. "Who are you?" she's able to manage, finally, after a moment. Perhaps the question may come off as odd, or even foolish at first, but it was of genuine confusion. Unfortunately, even if she would be given the answer, it wouldn't really clear any confusion in her head. "What...are you talkin' 'bout?" Perhaps she was asking too many questions, such casual, almost trusting ones too, but she didn't have the capacity to truly understand what was happening, the weight of the situation. All she knew was she could feel the claws dig into her fur, and her head was beginning to pulsate. If Ninazu had seen the exact blow that she'd gone through, maybe it would click what exactly had happened in the end to their dear pirate princess. This was not the Goldenluxury Roux that'd stood up against them, that'd killed the snake she called her partner - not quite, at least.
She closes her widened eyes for a moment, grimacing in the pain and overwhelming feelings filling her skull. The tigress is tense, clearly incapable of offering any sort of attempts to protect herself at the moment. Aside, from one small thing, it was all she had, and it was involuntary. The sparks from her head, electricity shooting out from around her scalp, potentially hitting Ninazu. Though the actual sparks, if any did hit, wouldn't do much more than perhaps a minor burn, slight sting.
Ironic were her words, however. She was not unguarded, simply left alone for a few moments. She would be found once more.
Only now she cannot even be given the chance to revel in her victory, only watch the silent grief of her crewmates, their awkward attempts as they grew more accepting, her overwhelmingly confusing, expansive, and public history that no one could quite get out to her. But, no matter what, it would always creep up back to her. And that could not be escaped, even if she couldn't remember it. There were simply too many loose ends and too many cut strings to fully fix.
The first thing she'd notice would be the smell, something foreign and unrecognized. Only a feeling, almost, something telling her she should perhaps be alert. That perhaps, just maybe, she should get up and run. Her head turns from the ocean, but not fast enough in time for her to realize what was coming after her. She feels her body shoved down into the sand, letting out a cry in surprise from the momentum. Her ears ring for a moment as she recovers from the feeling slowly, trying her best to hear the hateful voice snarl out to her.
"Who-" she'd struggle out, pausing for a moment. Her head is beginning to spiral, a noise filling in, making it hard to process her thoughts. "Who are you?" she's able to manage, finally, after a moment. Perhaps the question may come off as odd, or even foolish at first, but it was of genuine confusion. Unfortunately, even if she would be given the answer, it wouldn't really clear any confusion in her head. "What...are you talkin' 'bout?" Perhaps she was asking too many questions, such casual, almost trusting ones too, but she didn't have the capacity to truly understand what was happening, the weight of the situation. All she knew was she could feel the claws dig into her fur, and her head was beginning to pulsate. If Ninazu had seen the exact blow that she'd gone through, maybe it would click what exactly had happened in the end to their dear pirate princess. This was not the Goldenluxury Roux that'd stood up against them, that'd killed the snake she called her partner - not quite, at least.
She closes her widened eyes for a moment, grimacing in the pain and overwhelming feelings filling her skull. The tigress is tense, clearly incapable of offering any sort of attempts to protect herself at the moment. Aside, from one small thing, it was all she had, and it was involuntary. The sparks from her head, electricity shooting out from around her scalp, potentially hitting Ninazu. Though the actual sparks, if any did hit, wouldn't do much more than perhaps a minor burn, slight sting.
Ironic were her words, however. She was not unguarded, simply left alone for a few moments. She would be found once more.
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.