01-24-2021, 01:32 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
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Things definitely hadn't been easy for the Roux family. It seemed like every time they got to a good place, a place where they were happy, something happened to throw it all off. Half of his family didn't understand him, the other half was just embarrassed to be around him. Brandyskies hated him, Seabound had hardly spoken to him in weeks, and Roxanne was clearly disapproving of his decisions and actions.
Not that he blamed her. His decisions had been questionable at best, downright idiotic at worst. Things were off with him from the moment he got back, and having the truth revealed in front of everyone about his true origin had not helped others accept him. He was the strange one, the anomaly. The thing that nobody could explain.
Yet, he held hope that Goldenluxery would see him no differently than she had when he was whole. He held a flame, flickering and weak as it was, of hope that she would see her son, and not just Brandyskies flaws and weaknesses manifested into reality. He found himself drawn to her place of residence, poking his head inside and glancing about. "Mama? Can I talk to you?" He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke, but a crack seeped through anyway. Rift blinked and stepped inside, taking a rattling breath. "I don't know how much you remember.. but I'm not doing so good right now, mama."
//oof sad boi Rift
Things definitely hadn't been easy for the Roux family. It seemed like every time they got to a good place, a place where they were happy, something happened to throw it all off. Half of his family didn't understand him, the other half was just embarrassed to be around him. Brandyskies hated him, Seabound had hardly spoken to him in weeks, and Roxanne was clearly disapproving of his decisions and actions.
Not that he blamed her. His decisions had been questionable at best, downright idiotic at worst. Things were off with him from the moment he got back, and having the truth revealed in front of everyone about his true origin had not helped others accept him. He was the strange one, the anomaly. The thing that nobody could explain.
Yet, he held hope that Goldenluxery would see him no differently than she had when he was whole. He held a flame, flickering and weak as it was, of hope that she would see her son, and not just Brandyskies flaws and weaknesses manifested into reality. He found himself drawn to her place of residence, poking his head inside and glancing about. "Mama? Can I talk to you?" He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke, but a crack seeped through anyway. Rift blinked and stepped inside, taking a rattling breath. "I don't know how much you remember.. but I'm not doing so good right now, mama."
//oof sad boi Rift