02-15-2021, 08:34 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.
She would agree in a sense with the smaller feline's sentiment, could she hear it. Life was long, is long, and it could have, should have ended so many different ways. She could only be grateful she still had it. Though there was the moments she had, wondering if others may have been happier if she had passed that day. Because, at least then, they would not have to face the dead memories, the lost experience. Then they would not have to explain the joy, or the grief. Then there would be no obligation to see someone you thought you'd once known change into someone else with little knowledge to whoever they may have been before. At least then, they wouldn't have to miss the old Goldenluxury Roux while being forced to face the newer, lesser one everyday.
But her interactions with Keona, while quiet, had not given her such an impression that she was unwanted, that she was grieved for so much. There was a struggle, at least a first, that she'd taken note of, had found herself uncomfortable, hesitant around at first, but it would soon fade away. There was now only a peaceful, almost awkward mutual understanding for one other. They had once known each other, and they would continue to know each other now. And they would not complain for this opportunity, to continue life, just slower, more unsure. They would carry on. "Takin' photos!" she'd answer eagerly to Keona's question, tail tapping the ground once. Although the other likely couldn't find as much joy in such an activity, seeing as she could not experience vision the same as them all. Photos, generally, were something flat and stagnant, not something that can be experienced through other senses less another was the describe it for them.
The next to approach was another she'd found it easier to be around, to not feel so pressured around. The old Goldenluxury had been something to both of them, but they had no necessity to continue having her. They could handle the change, in the end, and they would both stay by her side with it. Keona offering a quiet friendship, one that surpassed either of their lives, and Michael giving his own comfort, his protection, and his blissful joy. As he mentions owning the camera, she'd blink with interest towards that. "Mm, ma offered me it. I like it!" the tigress would respond with a nod. "I'd like t' see yours, too! They're like memories, captured in somethin' easy t' manage." The saying a picture held a thousand words didn't exist for no reason, after all. "Though I s'pose a diary o' sorts might be more effective for you, Keona."
But her interactions with Keona, while quiet, had not given her such an impression that she was unwanted, that she was grieved for so much. There was a struggle, at least a first, that she'd taken note of, had found herself uncomfortable, hesitant around at first, but it would soon fade away. There was now only a peaceful, almost awkward mutual understanding for one other. They had once known each other, and they would continue to know each other now. And they would not complain for this opportunity, to continue life, just slower, more unsure. They would carry on. "Takin' photos!" she'd answer eagerly to Keona's question, tail tapping the ground once. Although the other likely couldn't find as much joy in such an activity, seeing as she could not experience vision the same as them all. Photos, generally, were something flat and stagnant, not something that can be experienced through other senses less another was the describe it for them.
The next to approach was another she'd found it easier to be around, to not feel so pressured around. The old Goldenluxury had been something to both of them, but they had no necessity to continue having her. They could handle the change, in the end, and they would both stay by her side with it. Keona offering a quiet friendship, one that surpassed either of their lives, and Michael giving his own comfort, his protection, and his blissful joy. As he mentions owning the camera, she'd blink with interest towards that. "Mm, ma offered me it. I like it!" the tigress would respond with a nod. "I'd like t' see yours, too! They're like memories, captured in somethin' easy t' manage." The saying a picture held a thousand words didn't exist for no reason, after all. "Though I s'pose a diary o' sorts might be more effective for you, Keona."
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.