01-09-2021, 12:32 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.
It may partially be a blessing in disguise, in this situation, to have suffered the injury she had. The way the past had tugged, had twisted her, it would cause her to hold a fear in ways that the former her wasn't sure she could get over. At least, perhaps not as quickly as Sophiea would have liked. There were no more strings attached, however, and all she could do at the moment was listen and try to learn. She could not remember, and so she'd not try to force herself to do so. That much became abundantly clear within the first few days of her waking up. And while there would be struggle in those that'd known her, known who she was, wishing she was simply the Goldie they knew, the reality was she wasn't. And she didn't like to focus on that so much anymore. She was Goldenluxury Roux, and she would simply have to figure out what that meant now.
The easiest way to try and figure it out was to explore her home, on the short walks she may take during recovery. She could hear her name called, and as usual, it didn't bring a very optimistic feeling in her chest. A dear friend, she'd been called. And by the time she arrives, Michael has already begun to explain. The tigress pauses for a moment, as she sees the other at the gate. The way she watches may seem a little odd, though she cannot help but feel something she can't recall experiencing since waking up. Butterflies bounce around her stomach, heart beating faster ever so slightly. And she's not so sure why, but she can't help but feel an immediate desire to know the feline.
She grows closer now, her eyes locked on Sophiea. "Hi, 'm Goldie," she'd introduce with a nod, offering an almost goofy looking smile. One she'd not seemed to give anyone else before upon introduction so far. She clears her throat, glancing towards Michael. "Is', uh, nice t' meet you...again."
The easiest way to try and figure it out was to explore her home, on the short walks she may take during recovery. She could hear her name called, and as usual, it didn't bring a very optimistic feeling in her chest. A dear friend, she'd been called. And by the time she arrives, Michael has already begun to explain. The tigress pauses for a moment, as she sees the other at the gate. The way she watches may seem a little odd, though she cannot help but feel something she can't recall experiencing since waking up. Butterflies bounce around her stomach, heart beating faster ever so slightly. And she's not so sure why, but she can't help but feel an immediate desire to know the feline.
She grows closer now, her eyes locked on Sophiea. "Hi, 'm Goldie," she'd introduce with a nod, offering an almost goofy looking smile. One she'd not seemed to give anyone else before upon introduction so far. She clears her throat, glancing towards Michael. "Is', uh, nice t' meet you...again."