01-31-2021, 11:51 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.
Whatever Goldie had expected, it hadn't been this. The female lightly notes Lucy's arrival, not recognizing the other either, however their dealer, Keona was a different story. And then it all went downhill from there. She seems to falter slightly at Aphra's growling response to her, and even further at Keona's cold bluntness. Clearly, this was someone she was supposed to know. And this was not someone she wanted to know now. Roan's arrival only further cemented that. She blinks at how aggressive he was, taking a step back as she watches his claws reach out for the feline in front of them. The dread she had felt seeing Aphra seemed to be making sense now. And she thinks maybe she should step away from the situation entirely, taking several more steps back as Diya then approaches, though only providing hate-filled words in response. She remains, however, just in case she would be needed for something.
She could feel her head starting to get dizzy, however, and a headache beginning to form. Any sort of stress tended to be overwhelming for her, and her head didn't respond well to it at the moment. But she remains planted, now from a distance, as more and more pitch in, the final for the time being her ma, attempting her own attack, before offering a simple warning to leave. Her eyes looked over the white feline nervously, not able to offer any words of her own. She only hoped she would listen to them, not take the child she'd so blatantly neglected.
She could feel her head starting to get dizzy, however, and a headache beginning to form. Any sort of stress tended to be overwhelming for her, and her head didn't respond well to it at the moment. But she remains planted, now from a distance, as more and more pitch in, the final for the time being her ma, attempting her own attack, before offering a simple warning to leave. Her eyes looked over the white feline nervously, not able to offer any words of her own. She only hoped she would listen to them, not take the child she'd so blatantly neglected.
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.