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I'm homesick for somewhere that doesn't exist
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
She'd lingered long enough ensure there wouldn't be something other than placated chaos unfolding. Not that she could have stopped it, but knowing about it would have been worth something, a warning passed on to save a life or two, if it came to sprinting from a violet violence. Fortunately, the Family proved merciful today, and so with no other risk except the boy currently calling after her, she made to depart.
She slows at his voice, one heel caught on air before it steps back beside the other and she cocks a look over her shoulder, always too curious to help herself. "You make a habit of collecting trauma?" she tosses back, a hint of a smile edging on one side of her mouth. It fades quick enough though, when she take the time to actually notice him and not just the idea of him. While he's always been part panther, sleek and unbothered by the world, this seems like the first time his tail might have a little puff to it, and that's something worth paying attention to.
Her gaze flicks over the way he throws his, sliding against all manner of people who had all come here to entertain a static tyrant for reasons she doesn't bother to guess at. His voice draws her focus back to him, a subtle tilt given to her head that shifts enough of her hair that a strand slips over her shoulder. The disquiet is so unlike him, the restless spin of his fingers, the stretch of bitterness on his tongue when normally it's strong liquor, burning low and smug. It might have reminded her that perhaps she doesn't know him very much at all, but it settles a little bit softer, maybe because of her own worry curled up against her ribs like something trying to bloom in shade. When all is said and done, no one really knows anyone, themselves included, not really. There's always something threatening to shift, to change, and there's always some manner of pretend everyone is putting on.
So she just blows out a low breath, a crease in her 'brow easing up. "Monsters in all of us," she admits, and often they're the worst kind. The Family are oddly similar to them that way, just so strong that they've tipped the scales so far in their favor, and for the first time, all of them feel more like a rabbit than a hawk. "But, those particular ones won't be a problem much longer. Might've just been taking a last look before we seal them out." Maybe not no problem, but significantly less of one, at least enough to let some headway get made. "Almost a pity," she drawls with a flash of teeth. "Thought I might have to move to Torchline and enjoy the beach for a while." A fine enough joke to make, a complete nightmare for her in reality.
She slows at his voice, one heel caught on air before it steps back beside the other and she cocks a look over her shoulder, always too curious to help herself. "You make a habit of collecting trauma?" she tosses back, a hint of a smile edging on one side of her mouth. It fades quick enough though, when she take the time to actually notice him and not just the idea of him. While he's always been part panther, sleek and unbothered by the world, this seems like the first time his tail might have a little puff to it, and that's something worth paying attention to.
Her gaze flicks over the way he throws his, sliding against all manner of people who had all come here to entertain a static tyrant for reasons she doesn't bother to guess at. His voice draws her focus back to him, a subtle tilt given to her head that shifts enough of her hair that a strand slips over her shoulder. The disquiet is so unlike him, the restless spin of his fingers, the stretch of bitterness on his tongue when normally it's strong liquor, burning low and smug. It might have reminded her that perhaps she doesn't know him very much at all, but it settles a little bit softer, maybe because of her own worry curled up against her ribs like something trying to bloom in shade. When all is said and done, no one really knows anyone, themselves included, not really. There's always something threatening to shift, to change, and there's always some manner of pretend everyone is putting on.
So she just blows out a low breath, a crease in her 'brow easing up. "Monsters in all of us," she admits, and often they're the worst kind. The Family are oddly similar to them that way, just so strong that they've tipped the scales so far in their favor, and for the first time, all of them feel more like a rabbit than a hawk. "But, those particular ones won't be a problem much longer. Might've just been taking a last look before we seal them out." Maybe not no problem, but significantly less of one, at least enough to let some headway get made. "Almost a pity," she drawls with a flash of teeth. "Thought I might have to move to Torchline and enjoy the beach for a while." A fine enough joke to make, a complete nightmare for her in reality.
I'm homesick for conversations I would avoid
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
