02-08-2021, 12:15 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.
Conflicting emotions would swirl as Sophiea made her way back to the tigress, her terrified, distant gaze closing in and now growing thick with worry a quiet desperation to know that, for certain, the other was not harmed. This was her fault. She wasn't quite sure why or how, but she knows that this was her fault. She should have done something, should have retaliated in some way, shouldn't be just lying here, useless. But the more she thinks of it the more her head begins to hurt, and the more her head begins to hurt the worse everything else gets. Her shaking paw reaches out as the feline closes in on her, trying to gently grab hold of her, anywhere on her body she could. She wanted to know the other was okay.
As the other continued, the female's eyes would close in full, letting the words sink in. She tries her hardest to stabilize her breaths, bring herself back to the ground. Though still it spins, dizziness attempting to claim hold of her. Finally, after several harsh breaths, she's able to shift more, body moving, paws curling around the feline as she spoke. Still it shivers, struggles to calm, but there is a warmth in her senses, something safe and close up to her body. The tigress wishes to speak, to call out to her, ask her why, apologize for being so useless, but she is incapable of moving her tongue, getting the control to utter any of it. Perhaps if she allowed herself to float away, she could stop thinking of it, she could breathe, but she didn't dare let go. She has been on the ground the whole time, and this is what it offered her.
Another comes in and she feels her body tensing further until she hears the voice's holder to be Roan, shaky breaths letting out a sigh. She had killed the man who'd been causing all of the problems, just before she'd fallen unconscious, so why did she feel as if she'd done something wrong? This shouldn't have happened, should it have? She thought it was safe now. But, she'd known better than that. There'd been trouble ever since she woke up, whether it be someone hurting themselves by accident or a trespasser, it'd never been entirely secure. Had that all been her fault? Had she overlooked something, left unfinished business? Had she doomed her crew, before she'd fallen from her position? The thought terrifies her. What if they were all cleaning up after her mistakes? If she couldn't even recall what had happened, why does she have to feel the pain?
What did they want with Goldenluxury? That was the question that she just had answered for her, plain and simple. They wanted her dead. Who'd done this to her, it was the woman, their leader. She couldn't recall her name. Finally, she begins to muster up the strength to speak.
"Sh-...She wan-wanted t' kill..." she manages out, teeth gritting as she struggles to make the words form. "I'm ss-sorry." She whispers it, for Sophiea, for her sacrifice to the other, for her inability to help, for her pathetic reaction, for her lost memories, for not being Goldenluxury Roux.
As the other continued, the female's eyes would close in full, letting the words sink in. She tries her hardest to stabilize her breaths, bring herself back to the ground. Though still it spins, dizziness attempting to claim hold of her. Finally, after several harsh breaths, she's able to shift more, body moving, paws curling around the feline as she spoke. Still it shivers, struggles to calm, but there is a warmth in her senses, something safe and close up to her body. The tigress wishes to speak, to call out to her, ask her why, apologize for being so useless, but she is incapable of moving her tongue, getting the control to utter any of it. Perhaps if she allowed herself to float away, she could stop thinking of it, she could breathe, but she didn't dare let go. She has been on the ground the whole time, and this is what it offered her.
Another comes in and she feels her body tensing further until she hears the voice's holder to be Roan, shaky breaths letting out a sigh. She had killed the man who'd been causing all of the problems, just before she'd fallen unconscious, so why did she feel as if she'd done something wrong? This shouldn't have happened, should it have? She thought it was safe now. But, she'd known better than that. There'd been trouble ever since she woke up, whether it be someone hurting themselves by accident or a trespasser, it'd never been entirely secure. Had that all been her fault? Had she overlooked something, left unfinished business? Had she doomed her crew, before she'd fallen from her position? The thought terrifies her. What if they were all cleaning up after her mistakes? If she couldn't even recall what had happened, why does she have to feel the pain?
What did they want with Goldenluxury? That was the question that she just had answered for her, plain and simple. They wanted her dead. Who'd done this to her, it was the woman, their leader. She couldn't recall her name. Finally, she begins to muster up the strength to speak.
"Sh-...She wan-wanted t' kill..." she manages out, teeth gritting as she struggles to make the words form. "I'm ss-sorry." She whispers it, for Sophiea, for her sacrifice to the other, for her inability to help, for her pathetic reaction, for her lost memories, for not being Goldenluxury Roux.
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.