05-27-2021, 11:42 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.
At the call of her name from a familiar voice, her ears would perk upwards, gaze turning towards the sound's source. It was good, to have Vayne and Danny be the first to find her. She'd welcome the younger feline's hug, her own paws wrapping around the other gently. The cries coming from the other would cause her expression to falter, unsure of how to proceed, a guilt wrapping itself around her.
"I'm sorry," comes her voice, softly, slowly. Genuine is the remorse and sorrow in it, eyes blinking and looking down to the sand in front of her and Vayne. Her ears lower closer to her head, frown threatening to form on her features. "I lost Sophiea...She jus'...vanished. I tried t' find her...I tried really hard." It almost felt like admitting defeat, to be back here. To say that she could not ever find the feline, that she had to be here instead because there was no point, no hope to it. Her paws fidget around Vayne, struggling to find the right words to say. On one hand, she still feels a need to go out and figure it out herself. On the other, she knows it's been too long, that she could not have both. They deserve to have help, and she could offer it. She is in their debt still, after all. And this was her home, that much was undeniable, no matter what state her mind was in. It could not take away the feeling in her chest, pit in her stomach, still.
She takes a deep breath, tail tip curling. "I'm here. N' I wanna be helpful again," the caracal would state determinedly with a curt nod. Her voice shakes ever so slightly, mouth moves slow as if it has more to say, but the words are calculated, and this was all she could offer to them. This was not their burden, they surely had enough already on their own at this time.
"I'm sorry," comes her voice, softly, slowly. Genuine is the remorse and sorrow in it, eyes blinking and looking down to the sand in front of her and Vayne. Her ears lower closer to her head, frown threatening to form on her features. "I lost Sophiea...She jus'...vanished. I tried t' find her...I tried really hard." It almost felt like admitting defeat, to be back here. To say that she could not ever find the feline, that she had to be here instead because there was no point, no hope to it. Her paws fidget around Vayne, struggling to find the right words to say. On one hand, she still feels a need to go out and figure it out herself. On the other, she knows it's been too long, that she could not have both. They deserve to have help, and she could offer it. She is in their debt still, after all. And this was her home, that much was undeniable, no matter what state her mind was in. It could not take away the feeling in her chest, pit in her stomach, still.
She takes a deep breath, tail tip curling. "I'm here. N' I wanna be helpful again," the caracal would state determinedly with a curt nod. Her voice shakes ever so slightly, mouth moves slow as if it has more to say, but the words are calculated, and this was all she could offer to them. This was not their burden, they surely had enough already on their own at this time.
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.