07-16-2018, 09:57 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//she's got the flu! forgot to mention that in the first post whoopsie
the sound and touch of her brother caused her to wince upwards towards him. this was okay. she was fine with him seeing her like this, so long as he wouldn't worry much after. she just needed to ask him to grab her some herbs and then-
it seemed he was prepared. he made tea for her? that was...so nice. but also, that meant she was failing. she was trying really hard to hide that she was struggling, even if it's become near impossible to hide now. she was trying so hard. she didn't want anyone to see how weak she really was. she'd felt miserable ever since papa's temporary death and it'd only gotten worse, so she needed to try harder to hide it. but she was so tired. it was so hard.
between her coughs, she would sip from the tea. it did feel nice. "th-thank you, b-but-" her voice was raspy as she spoke. she was cut-off, though, by others appearing. first solveig and then rochelle. she wanted to cry. she really did. but, she wouldn't. that would make things worse. still, her eyes would become visibly watery and a very unhappy expression forms across her features. no one needed to see her like this. no one needed to worry about her or use their time on her or use supplies on her. she felt useless and embarrassed.
her coughing ceased for a moment and she sniffled, her head held low. she was wasting everyone's time and energy for being like this. she needed them all to stop and leave her alone. she was okay. she just needed to convince them. "i'm fine," she urged, making her scratchy voice a bit louder and firm. it cracked as she said the words, helping further reveal how upset she was. her words certainly weren't very believable, anyway, as she began coughing again. "pl-please don't worry. i just need some medicine. that's all."
she stared at the ground, shame filling her. she was wasting things. she making others worry about her. she was being weak. everyone must be so disappointed in her. the girl tensed as rosemary approached and then asked rochelle to grab her father. no, no, no! no more people! she just needed medicine! she began to shiver slightly, suddenly feeling cold. ugh. she sipped more at the tea. she appreciated that rochelle had grabbed water, but the tea felt nicer to drink. "i-i'm fi-fine." she repeated through shivers. this was becoming frustrating. no one should worry about her!
the sound and touch of her brother caused her to wince upwards towards him. this was okay. she was fine with him seeing her like this, so long as he wouldn't worry much after. she just needed to ask him to grab her some herbs and then-
it seemed he was prepared. he made tea for her? that was...so nice. but also, that meant she was failing. she was trying really hard to hide that she was struggling, even if it's become near impossible to hide now. she was trying so hard. she didn't want anyone to see how weak she really was. she'd felt miserable ever since papa's temporary death and it'd only gotten worse, so she needed to try harder to hide it. but she was so tired. it was so hard.
between her coughs, she would sip from the tea. it did feel nice. "th-thank you, b-but-" her voice was raspy as she spoke. she was cut-off, though, by others appearing. first solveig and then rochelle. she wanted to cry. she really did. but, she wouldn't. that would make things worse. still, her eyes would become visibly watery and a very unhappy expression forms across her features. no one needed to see her like this. no one needed to worry about her or use their time on her or use supplies on her. she felt useless and embarrassed.
her coughing ceased for a moment and she sniffled, her head held low. she was wasting everyone's time and energy for being like this. she needed them all to stop and leave her alone. she was okay. she just needed to convince them. "i'm fine," she urged, making her scratchy voice a bit louder and firm. it cracked as she said the words, helping further reveal how upset she was. her words certainly weren't very believable, anyway, as she began coughing again. "pl-please don't worry. i just need some medicine. that's all."
she stared at the ground, shame filling her. she was wasting things. she making others worry about her. she was being weak. everyone must be so disappointed in her. the girl tensed as rosemary approached and then asked rochelle to grab her father. no, no, no! no more people! she just needed medicine! she began to shiver slightly, suddenly feeling cold. ugh. she sipped more at the tea. she appreciated that rochelle had grabbed water, but the tea felt nicer to drink. "i-i'm fi-fine." she repeated through shivers. this was becoming frustrating. no one should worry about her!