02-27-2021, 03:49 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.
"Or perhaps need any food or water? Bein' at sea can dehydrate ya," the tigress would offer on top of Vayne's own question. The tigress was technically a sage now, which she'd almost forgotten until the younger feline had brought up Roan. If the other was in need of any medical assistance, it'd technically be her duty as well to help out. Not that she wouldn't have tried to help even if she wasn't, but this just meant she was expected to. Looking over the other from where she stood, however, he didn't seem to have any visible injuries. Though physical pain extended what their eyes could see, and she knew this well with her own head. She would offer a short nod to the other, unsure if they'd met before. If they had, it must have been very brief. "M' name's Goldenluxury Roux, or Goldie. Welcome back."
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.