WASTE MY TIME DREAMING OF BEING ALIVE ; o, dream catchers

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Oh, my God. You are in love with her."

Those had been the first words on her mind when she woke up a few weeks ago. The voice that had spoken it had not been her own or anyone's that she knew. It was what was worrying. She had bolted awake just as dawn was blooming, and though the world was bathed in a brilliant light, Suiteheart felt encased in shadows. She was having an increasingly difficult time shaking herself from her dreams. Everything felt so real, as if she was actually living them. It made her skin crawl, and often times, when she blinked her eyes awake, she had to check to see if she was actually alive.

The first few times she had dreamed of the voice, she had not been able to remember what it was saying or who it belonged to. Now, a few weeks into things, she recognized it as clearly as anyone else's, and she could remember its warnings and harsh words. She knew the voice came from something ancient, malicious. It had green eyes that rivaled emeralds, and they burned into her hotter than the sun. His name was always on the tip of her tongue in her dreams, but she could never figure out what he was called. He always killed her before then. She shuddered as she thought about it.

The terrible dreams were why she was crafting a dream catcher. She had only ever owned one in her life, and while she had it, it seemed to work. She just prayed it could help her again. Her slumber was restless, and she wore exhaustion like a black eye: extremely obviously. Even when she watched the moon with Cooper, relaxed and happy, whenever she returned to her room to sleep, she couldn't find those feelings. It felt like she was haunted by something, but she wasn't sure if that was what one would call it. She wasn't sure of anything, honestly.

Regardless, the white feline was sat in the Observatory, random materials scattered around her. A book sat to her immediate left, and she was skimming its pages. It gave detailed describes of dream catchers - how to make them, what they were used for, and everything else that encompassed them. Suiteheart was almost finished with hers, and she could not wait to hang it up.

[Margaery]

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Margaery, who did not often dream, had been haunted by Suiteheart's nightmares as well. She was concerned about them for a vastly different reason though, a reason that she could not possibly bring up to Suite lest she disturb something delicate. She was treading carefully admittedly, every thought in her head cautiously crafted and every word contemplated and pondered until it was censored enough to be acceptable. Was it a pleasant way to live? No, but she was bonded to her wife and thus had to act accordingly. Shutting off the bond had been an option - one that she had actually given quite a bit of thought to - but she knew that Suiteheart would be beyond angry with her if she went through with that. Besides, Margaery struggled to feel close to anything when she and Suite were not connected. Nobody would win if she chose that "solution".

As always, the Lieutenant had been lulled in by the very presence of her wife, her expression a jumble of different emotions. [color=#b14767]"Mea vita," She breathed quietly, [color=#b14767]"What's all this?" She was staring at the book and the almost finished dream catcher now. Was that going to do anything? A part of her was skeptical. Despite being an immortal who hailed from a family of vampires and had a grandmother who had dabbled in the dark arts, she still found things as simple as dream catchers to be a bit questionable. Then again, if Suite found comfort in the object, who was she to deny her such?

She sat down then, tail wrapping around her paws, stare unwavering. [color=#b14767]"Do you think it'll help, love?" Margaery finally inquired, figuring that she might as well air her concerns aloud. Suite's dreams were recurring and terrible- what power did a tiny dream catcher have over them?