01-31-2021, 06:32 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.
*continuation of this thread, tldr at end
The day had been going relatively normal. Better than the past few, in comparison, due to the fact she was able to spend it with a feline in which she'd become quite fond of. They'd decided to pass time on the beach, building sandcastles together, when the feline had to leave for a moment. And then they were, oh so rudely, interrupted.
Why, when she could not even remember how, why it occurred, did she feel the pain? How did she make it go away? How can she learn to be strong once more? How could she have ever handled it before? Had it always been this bad?
Now, the scent of Coalition had filled the air, trail leading away from the territory, and the fallen captain lays in the sand, shaking and useless against such a threat she'd once thought was bound to be a weekly occurrence given her position, her family, her history. The idea of it all ending, of death, it hadn't quite hit the female until just now. Of how close she'd been to it, of how close she could be to it, in a split second. To the one who'd once believed such a thing would simply be an inconvenience, she now lay unable to move by the mere thought of it. Her breaths struggled, a panicked expression clear on her features.
And suddenly it was as if the sand around her had turned to something much hotter, something much more foreign, the sound of a snake calling out to her but the words could not be truly heard. And she'd been through all of this before. But it was different now. They were unreachable, incapable of ever being returned to their true form in her mind, at least how it seemed. Now she was stuck, hollow, hot, and hurt, never to be the Goldie they'd wanted her to be. Never to be the one that'd maybe understand why this was happening, to figure out how she could be useful, to be the mother, to be the daughter, the cousin, friend, leader, they'd all known. Instead she uses their supplies, uses their time, wastes their energy, causes their worry, and even when she's not doing anything wrong, something seeks her out when she's incapable of defending herself. And all she can do is lay here, in the sand, useless, and struggle.
She was lucky Sophiea had arrived when she had - so quickly, after the initial attack by Ninazu. Her scratches and cuts were not serious, nothing deep, but it would have been so easy, too easy to kill the pirate princess in that moment, cut the string once and for all. And she could have left before anyone would have noticed, hardly wasting any energy in the event. And that would have been it. She had no attempts to save herself, to even quite realize what was happening. It was all too little, too late, from her mind, and now it was settling in that she would have died, and there was no if's, and's, or but's about it - she would have died.
And she can feel tears begin to spill over, her vision blurring in and out, body trembling in a newfound realization, in a fear. The sparks from her head spill out, shocked the area around her, causing the sand to shoot out around her. Her head swirls, pulsating from the emotion. A soft voice calls out for her, familiar, and safe, but she cannot make out the words. The feline approaches hurriedly, after having chased off Ninazu. And she lays there, shaking, hardly able to even realize it.
*tldr: [color=#deab3c][member=16079]S. PENDRAGON[/member] and goldie were enjoying some time on the beach together when sophiea had to leave for a few moments. while goldie waits alone, ninazu from coalition of the condemned takes the opportunity to lunge at goldie, with plans of killing her. fortunately, sophiea managed to make it back in time to chase off ninazu. goldie only has a few cuts, but is laying on the beach now panicking as sophiea runs back to her.
The day had been going relatively normal. Better than the past few, in comparison, due to the fact she was able to spend it with a feline in which she'd become quite fond of. They'd decided to pass time on the beach, building sandcastles together, when the feline had to leave for a moment. And then they were, oh so rudely, interrupted.
Why, when she could not even remember how, why it occurred, did she feel the pain? How did she make it go away? How can she learn to be strong once more? How could she have ever handled it before? Had it always been this bad?
Now, the scent of Coalition had filled the air, trail leading away from the territory, and the fallen captain lays in the sand, shaking and useless against such a threat she'd once thought was bound to be a weekly occurrence given her position, her family, her history. The idea of it all ending, of death, it hadn't quite hit the female until just now. Of how close she'd been to it, of how close she could be to it, in a split second. To the one who'd once believed such a thing would simply be an inconvenience, she now lay unable to move by the mere thought of it. Her breaths struggled, a panicked expression clear on her features.
And suddenly it was as if the sand around her had turned to something much hotter, something much more foreign, the sound of a snake calling out to her but the words could not be truly heard. And she'd been through all of this before. But it was different now. They were unreachable, incapable of ever being returned to their true form in her mind, at least how it seemed. Now she was stuck, hollow, hot, and hurt, never to be the Goldie they'd wanted her to be. Never to be the one that'd maybe understand why this was happening, to figure out how she could be useful, to be the mother, to be the daughter, the cousin, friend, leader, they'd all known. Instead she uses their supplies, uses their time, wastes their energy, causes their worry, and even when she's not doing anything wrong, something seeks her out when she's incapable of defending herself. And all she can do is lay here, in the sand, useless, and struggle.
She was lucky Sophiea had arrived when she had - so quickly, after the initial attack by Ninazu. Her scratches and cuts were not serious, nothing deep, but it would have been so easy, too easy to kill the pirate princess in that moment, cut the string once and for all. And she could have left before anyone would have noticed, hardly wasting any energy in the event. And that would have been it. She had no attempts to save herself, to even quite realize what was happening. It was all too little, too late, from her mind, and now it was settling in that she would have died, and there was no if's, and's, or but's about it - she would have died.
And she can feel tears begin to spill over, her vision blurring in and out, body trembling in a newfound realization, in a fear. The sparks from her head spill out, shocked the area around her, causing the sand to shoot out around her. Her head swirls, pulsating from the emotion. A soft voice calls out for her, familiar, and safe, but she cannot make out the words. The feline approaches hurriedly, after having chased off Ninazu. And she lays there, shaking, hardly able to even realize it.
*tldr: [color=#deab3c][member=16079]S. PENDRAGON[/member] and goldie were enjoying some time on the beach together when sophiea had to leave for a few moments. while goldie waits alone, ninazu from coalition of the condemned takes the opportunity to lunge at goldie, with plans of killing her. fortunately, sophiea managed to make it back in time to chase off ninazu. goldie only has a few cuts, but is laying on the beach now panicking as sophiea runs back to her.
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.