SUITE
HEART

[soft baby.....]

Suiteheart had not been present at Harland's joining. Perhaps that was a good thing. The feline had joined, covered in blood. As much as she hated to admit it, Suite would've been unpredictable. In fact, she was not entirely sure what she would have done. Blood often called her towards joiners, but each time, they weren't felines. The first time someone waltzed towards the border drenched in the blood of a domestic cat, the Admiral wasn't sure she would be able to contain herself. And that scared her.

The soft, hoarse voice of Harland reached her as she made her way towards the Observatory. It sounded very young and almost pained. Moving closer, she recognized the little form of Harland. She had seem them in the Cleric's den since their joining.

"Hey," she ventured, voice easy and kind, "I don't think we've met. I'm Suiteheart." She presented a smile to the young creature.

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[size=9pt]Moon's hovered like a .... Well, a hawk, or whatever, ever since Harland turned up at the border, a mess of crimson and tears. He'd spent hours sitting in the Den, watching quietly as the kit slept, busying himself with organizing herbs and such just to have an excuse to stay there. He felt like fucking shit for not being organized enough the day Har was injured, and it hung tight to his chest like a really fat monkey of regret.

And so, when Moon spotted the Kit out and about, he was somewhat surprised. And, like, kind of outraged. What were they doing? What if they got hurt again? What if their neck opened up again and Moon turned up with nothing on him, like now? He was all veiled anxiety and worry when he approached, simultaneously trying for a smile and frowning. "Hey, kid, whatcha' doing?" He says, not-so-subtly scanning their wound as he speaks. It doesn't seem to have burst, and the black kit isn't stained ruby red, so he forces himself to relax, for now. At least they're with Suite. "Who's Momo? You looking for the Head Honcho? I haven't seen her, either." It's not like he'd been looking, or anything. "Help a guy out, Suite? You heard any Mon dieu's or Bonjour's on your way here?"

The bright golden gaze they turned towards Suiteheart was filled with a gentle warmth and a touch of excitement, lips curling into a smile. Though they had not dared to venture far from the structure just yet the few they had run into, some quite literally, had proven kind to them, offering gentle words rather than the sharp reprimands they had expected. Slowly their tail unravelled from where it had come to rest about them, moving across the ground in a way that seemed faintly like a wag, a soft squeak escaping their parted lips.

“Har!” One of the few words they were able to utter without much trouble they spoke with a surprising amount of confidence in the scratchy tone, eyes scrunching closed as their smile only grew into a grin. Their expression changed only briefly, eyes widening somewhat and the smile dropping away to form a look of surprise, before once more that smile was back, a short giggle escaping as they rose, wobbling steps bringing them towards the lion.

A tiny paw reached up to gently tap against one of Moon's legs, speaking in such a way Harland would permit no argument. “Momo.” With this knowledge imparted they peeked around the Halo only to catch sight of another face which proved familiar, yet their joy began to slip as they remembered, the hazy day of their attack rising into their mind. Harland knew well it had been by no fault of the hybrid they had come to be hurt yet it had been terrifying to feel him pressed against their throat, the event all too fresh to not do so. “Bird.” Lifting a paw they waved towards Gabe before they shuffled back to their bundles, intending to give Moon his before another came forth.

With Imperia so close they took their chance – leaning forward they made a move to press their nose against her cheek, never quite realising she was trying to look them over, merely wanting to be close to her. It was all too easy to see the love they harboured towards both medics, their careful treatment and want to help them only making it easier to see them as good, familiar though they had not known such creatures before the two.

Carefully they brought each a swath of fabric, placed at their paws so they could see them, settling back near Suiteheart. Each was a scarf made from pale lavender fabric, but it was easy to see the colour upon each. Silver thread cut through the lavender upon Imperia's to form moons of all sizes and shapes, some rather wonky and none all together round, while golden thread shaped like suns were upon Moon's, a match to one they had safely tucked away in the cleric's hide which they had done with copper thread in the shape of stars. “P-pe... Per like... purple,” they struggled to get the words out, a paint ache slowly enveloping their throat making it hard yet the child was stubborn if nothing else, pushed on until they were done. “Momo like Per.”

Innocent and sweet, nothing more meant behind the words than the mere friendship they had seen between the two, more could be seen from it all the same, their gaze shifting between the two, hoping they liked it.

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[size=9pt]Does Gabriel have an expiry date? When does his shit end? Will the guy ever finally kick the bucket and disintegrate into the ground for Moon to dance on his grave? His snarky comments are endless and Moon can't even complain, they're so fucking good. Moon could say, like, 'Hi,' or 'Apple' and Gabe would come up with some witty shit to make him look like a dumbass. And it just so happens that, today, Moon is feeling at the top of his game, so he stares at the hybrid with a squinted gaze while he wracks his mind for a comeback and just doesn't find one. In the end, he ends up making a face and repeating the fucker's words in a whiny voice, because he's just that much of an intellectual. "Now an idiot, I heard that a mile away. Shut your beak, Feathers."

His irritation quickly disappears, however, when he feels a paw against his leg. He turns and see's Harland looking up at him and something tightens in his chest. 'Momo.' says the kit, and realization hits the lion like a truck and he just kind of looks, jaw parted slightly. He was Momo. A nickname of his own. So far, all he'd gotten was 'twigs' and 'big guy' and Peri's once off, 'Lune'; nothing so... Nice and genuine. He feels weirdly warm."Oh." Yet again, the picture of eloquence.

That whole 'speak of the Devil' saying must go for Angels, too, because Imperia appears shortly after they mention her. She looks how he feels; tired but pushing through it, and though he sympathizes, he can't help but think the disheveled look suits her. Did he rock messy fur like she did? He fully intends to greet her, but he doesn't seem to be functioning so smoothly today so, instead, he just watches the flowers in her silver fur like a big weirdo until he hears Harland again.

And, Jesus, what the kid says-- can Moon not have any dignity today? 'And Moon likes Per.' Yeah, it's nice and all, so nice that it kind of breaks his heart a little and he makes some small dying noise, but it's also embarrassing because Imperia doesn't get it, yet, Har, she's kinda' slow so you can't just expose him like that. But then he realizes just how gullible Peri really is; she probably thinks Har mean's as a friend or a colleague or some shit, so he plays it off. Just not so well. "It's--I, I mean, he's-- He's not.... He's not wrong. You're like, you, we, I-- ... You know. Buddies." Why can't he fucking speak? Does Gabe have his talons latched in his tongue? Buddies? He clamps his jaws shut and looks back to the strips of fabric. Now that he actually sees them; there's something really beautiful about them. Like they're something he'll keep with him for years. His voice is soft when he speaks. [b]"Thanks, kiddo. For the gift and for the exposure. I'll get you one in return. Maybe that scumbag's head on a stick, or something. Would look nice in the Medic's Pen, I think."[/b]