[color=#b14767]"You fixed it?" Margaery echoed softly, the next to arrive. She gazed between the pair thoughtfully before taking a seat near Bastillepaw, her stormy blue eyes now fixated on the locket. When the thing had broken, Margaery had been devastated. The gift, while so incredibly small, had been an extension of her very love towards her wife and to see it resemble nothing more than trash had hurt her. Greatly. She supposed she was glad that it had been repaired but she knew that it would never be the same again-  not with that deep scratch marring it's once beautiful, silver surface.

The chocolate point admittedly didn't know why she was here. Every one of her nerves were on high alert and she was resisting the burning desire to distance herself not from Suiteheart, but the bear that she occupied. Through their bond, she was certain that her wife could feel her distress just as she had hers. Before everything had gone to hell, their connection had been good, now, it only magnified the awkwardness of their relationship as Margaery dedicated her very existence to running from Suite. [color=#b14767]"Who fixed it?" She inquired almost skeptically, dismissing her thoughts to steal a glance at the polar bear's large claws. Surely they lacked the nimble ability to salvage the piece of broken jewelry... then who did Suite enlist in to repair the thing? [color=#b14767]"And the pictures?"

★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Luckily, Hazel showed up after the mini earthquake, despite the fact that the smallest of tremors could probably be felt out towards the flower patch. She’d spotted Suite and Margy - well, no, scratch that. She spotted Suite, because a massive white fluffy bear was hard to miss, and her attention had next fallen to Margaery, and then a sulking Bastille (but...what else was new, apparently).

Trotting over to the group, Hazel either took immediate notice of the sixteen different kinds of emotional tension swirling around the three and decided to ignore it, or she was oblivious. In this case, her steps slowed just the slightest bit in their approach, her heart skittering in its place. Teeth grazing her bottom lip, Hazel sat down, turning her attention to the minimal conversation taking place.

Oh! The locket! Hazel’s head lifted a bit, her ears perked. “I hope it’s alright,” She said, anxiety tingeing her tone. It was clearly a very valued object, and Hazel would be distraught if she’d managed to screw it up somehow. “We couldn’t find a way to get rid of the scratch, but everything else is good as new. There’s no damage to the pictures, either. We took them out beforehand just in case something happened, but it didn't, so...they're still there.” Her gaze flicked from the locket to Margaery, sensing the nerves rolling off her in waves. Maybe conversation would be a welcome distraction.

★ — hazel — "speech" — six months — the ascendants — tags — ★
c) miithers

Margaery was selfish. Deep down, she knew that Suiteheart lacked the ability to control what had happened to her and yet, the chocolate point still continued to blame her, allowing her own fear towards bears to project on the being that was supposed to be her wife. She wondered, vaguely, if Suite knew of her childish behavior and simply chose to ignore it. That wouldn't surprise her... Suiteheart had always been the better person - though she'd never admit it - and would gladly allow Margaery to act as she pleased if it meant that she resembled anything close to content.

The truth of the matter was that Margaery was far from content and sitting here, gazing between her wife, the locket, and her clanmates, she realized what she needed to do. Darling, I'm sorry, She sent down the bond, an apologetic expression touching her lips. And then, she raised her mental walls and cut off her side of the connection. She didn't want Suiteheart to continue feeling her turmoil of emotions, her pain, her trauma. Her wife had too many battles of her own to fight and Marg was only succeeding in hurting her, not helping her. This would be for the best, she decided.

[color=#b14767]"Hazel did a fantastic job," She offered faintly, behaving as if she had not just isolated herself from the one creature that knew her best, [color=#b14767]"Thank you." Her last statement was directed in the direction of the younger girl, an appreciative smile present upon her lips. [color=#b14767]"I hung up some pictures of us myself the other day," She continued, hating herself for behaving so nonchalant in the face of the atrocity that she just committed. You're awful, Margaery... absolutely awful. Perhaps you two should have stayed apart, Some twisted part of her whispered, causing her to visibly flinch.

If she had the same handle of control on this as she did her vampirism, her walls wouldn't stay up long... but at least the lack of foreign emotion would hopefully give Suite some room to breathe.