 07:54:20 Rapcoon | Jester 07:51:47 Geek Ky
Hey, you can have her. I don't do brindles much. |
07:50:44 Rapcoon | Jester 07:50:06 Ky ♥ @Geek
Shes pretty!! Makes me wanna go back into color... |
07:45:47 KP -HEE Click-
My next up and comer!!
I can't wait till he's all grown up! |
07:45:06 Chiral| I think we should put all the insane grandmas in a room together and see what happens |
07:44:11 | Thanks to the person who item dumped in the Falls! |
07:44:08 Ky ♥ @Green
Im a bit late to the conversation, but I've been through that this past year and its one of the hardest things I've had to do but also one of the most rewarding for my own mental. Setting boundaries with your own family members is so difficult. |
07:43:15 Geek On the bright side, I just bred my very first brindle foal!
-HEE Click- |
07:42:24 Granny C| Yep, when they get violent, their cheese is gone. |
07:42:08 Green|Gren|Grenlin @Geek
Sounds like mine, she used to cut the cord to the tv if she couldn't watch it/ someone else was using it |
07:40:30 Granny C Geek - sorry to hear you are going thru all that.
It won't be forever. |
07:38:52 Geek Green
My grandmother used to throw coffee mugs, and the one night, her and my dad were arguing, and she flipped the entire kitchen table. |
07:38:00 Green|Gren|Grenlin @Revel
Lmao I've been asked what happened to the sweet child that would do anything for them...I grew up thats what lol
@Geek
Yikes yeah I've been through that, even gotten physical a few times over dishes. I've worked since I was 15 while in school and often had to come home to cook for two grown adults. |
07:35:41 Geek Granny C
She's only 50/60 somethin'. I'm just so fucking tired of this shit. I do one little slip up, it's the end of the world. She takes my cousins out, and they don't get back till 11, 12 at night. Never asks me or my brother if we wanna go. My grandfather, the one who died, was in a dementia nursing home, and it was almost 3k a single day. |
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Selene's gaze softened, her expression more empathetic than before. She could feel the weight of Sage's words, the subtle vulnerability in his admission. Her fingers brushed against the railing beside her, the cool wood grounding her as she thought carefully. "You're right," she said after a moment, her voice quieter than usual. "The world loves to label people, to draw lines between 'good' and 'bad,' but it’s never that simple, is it?" She shifted her gaze out to the horizon, her thoughts mirroring his. She'd seen the damage caused by the crown's tyranny firsthand. And she knew the sting of being misunderstood, being painted as something you weren’t, just because you stood against those with power. Her eyes flicked back to him, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It’s hard, fighting against something so big and so relentless," she said, her voice quiet, but firm. "But you’ve got to hold on to what makes you who you are. If you lose that, then… you lose everything." She paused, letting the silence stretch for a moment before adding, "I don’t think you're meant to fight this alone, Sage." She could see it in his eyes, the exhaustion, the weight of so many battles. It wasn’t just the physical fights he was weary of, but the emotional toll—the guilt, the fear of what might come next. She'd seen it in so many faces before. And while she didn’t have all the answers, she knew that no one should ever have to carry the burden alone. Not when there were people who understood. "I don't have all the answers," she continued, her voice soft but sure, "but if you ever need someone to stand with you, I’m here. We all need a little help sometimes." Her eyes held his, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe just the smallest flicker of hope. She didn’t want him to feel like the weight of the world rested solely on his shoulders. Selene hesitated, her gaze flickering away from his for a brief moment, like she was searching for the right words. When she spoke again, it was quieter, more deliberate, as though she were deciding how much to reveal. “There’s something else I should tell you, something you might not know,” she began, her voice low, almost hesitant. "I'm... I'm related to Jora." She let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching his reaction. It was clear this was something she’d kept hidden, even from the crew, and now that it was out in the open, it felt like a weight had been lifted, but also a burden. “She doesn’t know,” she continued, her tone carrying a mix of regret and something deeper—something unreadable. "I never told her. I thought it was better that way." Her hands tightened around the railing, her knuckles pale. "I didn’t want her to look at me differently, or see me as... something to be protected or pitied. I wanted to be just Selene to her, not whatever else we might be." Her eyes met his again, seeking understanding. "But I should have told her. I should have been more honest, because she’s not the only one who’s lost people, who’s had to carry their own burdens." She paused, taking a steadying breath. "And now, seeing you two together, it feels like... like I might have missed a chance to be closer, to let her see the part of me that needs someone too." There was a rawness in her voice, a vulnerability she wasn’t used to showing, but it felt right now, like the truth had to come out. “I just... wanted you to know,” she added softly, her eyes holding his with an unspoken plea for understanding. |
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Sage listened to Selene talk for a while, a soft hum rising in his throat as she mentioned the world labeling people. "They certainly do," he mused. "The issue with these things is that the story's only told by the one who wins the fight. They seem like a hero. But the other side of the story is...different," he mused, looking over at her as she mentioned who he was. "I'm still trying to figure all that out," he noted softly. "I've only know Jora for a little over a year and a half...the rest of my life I was just one of the orphnage kids, or one of the field workers or tavern workers. I escaped that life, and then I was just Captain. There was no freedom there, either," he mused. "Jora's helped me figure some things out...but it'll take time," he added with a shrug. Then he chuckled. "I'm just glad she's willing to wait until I get it all figured out. That she helps when she can." At her next comment, he was rather surprised, but not necissarily upset or anything. His eyebrows had shot upwards, and he'd cocked his head curiously, but his gaze was soft as she spoke. He certainly wasn't one to judge. "I won't tell her you told me that if you don't want to...but you should tell her," he noted. He wasn't one to keep secrets from Jora, of course, but this wasn't his secret to keep or tell. "She'd understand," he added. He was curious as to how they were related though. Was she a sister? Cousin? He wasn't sure. He'd met her mother and father, and she didn't seem old enough for that anyway. But if she wanted him to know that, she'd tell him. He knew better than to try and pry at her about it. |
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Selene met Sage's gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her cloak as she considered his words. She had never really stopped to think about the way the world painted people, or how those same labels could be both a prison and a key to survival. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over the horizon, her mind shifting to the memories of her own path. "I suppose that’s true,” she said softly, her voice steady but carrying a hint of something like a quiet regret. "People think they know who you are, but they don’t. They don’t see what you’ve had to live through, what’s been taken from you—or what you’ve fought to keep." She paused, drawing a breath. "Sometimes it feels like we all wear masks. And Jora—" Her voice softened a little more, and she turned to meet Sage’s eyes again, "she’s always been someone I could trust to understand. She’s a bit like me in that way... always willing to listen, even when it’s hard to put the words together." His curiosity about their relationship was clear, but Selene didn’t mind. It was only natural for him to wonder. After all, they weren’t exactly the closest of family. She bit her lip for a moment, debating how much she wanted to reveal. "Jora’s my cousin," she said, the words coming a little more easily now. "We’re... not exactly what you'd call close, at least not in the way people usually think of family. But she's always been there for me when it counted. I suppose that’s enough sometimes." Her gaze flicked away again, the edge of a memory pulling at her. "We don’t talk about it much, but we share more than we let on." She gave him a small, reassuring smile, as if to say she wasn't hiding anything out of distrust. "And don't worry about telling her," she added with a faint chuckle. "I don’t mind. It's just... complicated, I suppose." |
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Sage listened closely, nodding with a soft hum as she spoke. "People like to judge. Make opinions about people without gettign to know them at all," he noted with a sort of shrug. "it makes for some less than stellar things to go on." His features softened slightly when she mentioned Jora, and he nodded along. "She's a steady presence. Someone I can rely on with anything," he noted lightly. "She's saved my life, in more ways than one," he added. She really was his world...and now they had a baby, and a wonderful life. At her next comments, he nodded again with a shrug. "It's not my secret to tell," he murmured. "But I do think you should tell her eventually," he added. "She'd understand....we're not the only ones who have learned not to trust other people. She won't judge," he noted. "She's had her fair share of weird experiences." Then he cast a quick glance behind him, making sure Jora wasn't in hearing distance. "Her birthday is coming up...I was thinking of proposing," he added, a grin crossing his face as he thought about it. He hoped she'd think it wasn't too soon or anything....but he knew they were a couple already, and were going to live together forever anyway. They didn't have anyone tecnically ordained or anything to legally marry them....but he had a plan for that. Captains were allowed to legally marry people, and he had a feeling Jase would be more than happy to make a stop on his way to or from Tortuga to marry them. The old man always did have a heart like that. |
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Selene watched Sage as he spoke, absorbing each word, though her mind couldn’t help but drift to the heaviness he carried with him. It was clear—he adored Jora. Her presence, even just the thought of her, softened the edges of him in a way that only someone truly special could. When he mentioned the baby, Selene smiled inwardly. They had something rare, something worth fighting for, and she could feel the depth of his love for Jora with every word. The idea of secrets weighed heavily in her chest. She wasn’t sure what his secret was, but there was something in the way he spoke that made her want to know. He was right, though. Some things were better left unsaid, at least for now. As for Jora, Selene was glad to hear her name spoken with such affection. She could see why Sage trusted her so much. There was a quiet strength about Jora—one that didn’t need to be loud to be known. If anyone could understand, it would be her. But then, the conversation shifted to something else entirely. Sage’s eyes flickered to the distance, his voice dropping lower, like he was sharing something precious, just between them. His grin was enough to set off a fluttering feeling in Selene’s stomach. Proposing. That wasn’t something she had expected to hear from him, though she could feel the weight of it—the significance of the gesture. She nodded softly, her voice gentle but firm. "You should," Selene said, her eyes meeting his. "She’ll love it. She’ll know it’s exactly what you both need. And... don’t worry about timing. Sometimes, the right moment is simply the one you choose." She smiled, a little wistful. If anyone deserved a happily ever after, it was Jora and Sage. There was something beautiful in the way he spoke of her, like he’d found something that made the storms worth weathering. And Selene had no doubt—Jora would say yes. |
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Sage just grinned over at Selene when she agreed he should ask her, sort of cocking his head. "You don't think it's too soon, then," he sort of asked. He knew Jora would say yes...that wasn't the issue. He wasn't even really sure why he was nervous about it. Becuase he was. He was more nervous about this than a doomsaday sort of battle in the middle of a stormy ocean or something like that. It was dumb really. He sort of ran his fingers through his hair with a sheepish chuckle. "I'll have to make the ring....it'll probaly just be wood from the island I can find," he admitted. He would have gotten a ring from town while they were there if he'd known the fire would have gone through. He'd have gotten soemthing nice before they left. Something she deserved. Hopefully, she would be just as happy with a simple wood ring. He'd never made anything that small before...so hopefully it would look decent. Hopefully she'd like it. |
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Selene watched him for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips as she felt the weight of his nerves. She could see the vulnerability in the way he fidgeted, running his fingers through his hair, and it made her heart soften. It wasn’t dumb. It was important to him. That much was clear. “I don’t think it’s too soon,” she said, her voice steady, though she could feel a warmth in her chest as she spoke. “If anything, it sounds like you’ve already been thinking about this for a while. It’s not about the timing—it’s about what it means.” She glanced at the way his hands moved, a little unsure of themselves, and something in her wanted to reassure him. The ring. He seemed so worried about it, and it made her smile more, though it was gentle. She knew it didn’t matter what it was made of—it could be a stone from the beach for all she cared. What mattered was that it was from him, that it came from his heart. She nodded slowly, speaking softly but with conviction. “A wooden ring would be perfect. It’ll have its own kind of beauty... just like everything else here. And besides, you are the one making it. How could she not love it?” She paused, her gaze softening. "I think Jora will say yes. You don't need to worry." |
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Sage couldn't help but give Selene a sheepish grin in response to her comments. "I know she'll say yes....we've been living together for a while and we know that's how it'll all work out," he mused. "I just....want it to go the right way," he added with a sort of huffed breath of air. He was an artist...which meant it had to be perfect. Everything had to look good, and it had to be the right moment. Her birthday was in a couple days, and he really wanted to do it then, as a present. "I have a spot I was thinking about doing it at....but it's across the beach. You don'tond watching Lyra for a day while we're out, right," he asked with a cocked head. They could obviously bring the baby with, but he was a bit worried about that since she was still so young. She could get hurt or sick or.... something. He didn't want that. Whatever the case, he'd need to get working on things pretty much as soon as possible. But getting settled back in the house would be first. It wasn't long after that they'd come up to the shore line, and they'd tied the boat to a nice big tree, gathering the few small things they had and moving towards the house. It was odd...it was exactly as they'd left it as they came in. Calm. Peaceful. A home. Something he'd dearly missed. There was dust on everything...a year would do that to you. But it was here and safe and just so comfortable. He couldn't be happier to be back. |
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Selene paused for a moment, letting the soft crash of the waves settle in the background. She had been listening, and as much as Sage tried to mask it, she could hear the anxiety in his words. She understood. The need for perfection. That restless artist’s heart. He wanted everything to be just right. "Of course, I’ll watch Lyra," she replied, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "She’s not a problem, you know that. Besides, I think I could use the time to catch up on some things, and you two deserve a moment alone. You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?" Her gaze softened as she looked at him, her expression warm but teasing. "You’re going to drive yourself crazy with all the 'perfect' details, but I know whatever you do, she’s going to say yes." "I can already tell you’re going to make this perfect, Sage. Whatever you’re planning, just remember—you’ve got a lot of love on your side." Her voice softened, a quiet reminder. "You don’t have to make it perfect. Just make it real." |
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Sage sort of paused for a moment, taking in Selene's words with a soft hum and a nod. She was right, he knew that. "First I have to figure out how the hell I'm gonna make the ring," he sort of grumbled, knowing it would take a decent amount of effort and brain power to pull off. He was excited beyond all measure to figure it out, of course...he wanted to do it...but he'd have to do it without Jora guessing anything, which would probably be the hardest part. As they hit shore and headed for the house, he found himself pondering how he was going to do it all. There was a lot of work to be done, and he knew the ring wasn't a top priority. Both he and Jora would want a crib and such for Lyra right away, and the house would need to be cleaned. Maybe he could get some time in by takign an extra hour or two while out hunting to find some things to make it with, and a while longer while makign the crib to work on it at the same time as the other things. He shook his mind off of that for now though, since making the house clean enough to live and breathe in was most important. That, and setting up Selene's space. Though...maybe he shouldn't dust. If smoke wrecked his lungs, the dust probably would too. "I'll go start working on the crib while you guys dust," he noted, eyeing the particles floating through the air wearily. |
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