GOLD AND SILVER LINE MY HEART / open

[Suiteheart]

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The anxious feelings Hazel exhibited upon arrival made Suiteheart's stomach twist into knots. The girl was young and impressionable, she knew, as all young people were. This worried her, for she did not want Hazel to think negatively of her poor wife from now on. Margaery had a slight dependency, but surely it was not bad enough to cause this type of worry in Hazel. Oh, if only Suite knew the true reason behind the golden girl's fears.

However, when the younger female offered Margy a gentle smile, Suite felt herself easing up a bit. She let a breath slip through her lips, and she was glad things were okay.

Her attention fell upon Bastillepaw next. He seemed to be enabling Margaery, and while she couldn't exactly place blame on him, she started to. He shouldn't have been egging her on. Her hardened stare softened within seconds, though, for he could not have known the dangers of what might happen when Margaery got drunk. God, Suite was so thankful this wasn't a bad episode. "Sorry to be a buzz-kill," she quietly rumbled, but there was a slight edge on her voice. After she spoke, she shook her head a tad as if to take back her slightly harsh tone.

At Margaery's words, she turned. In amazement, she watched as her wife spilled the remnants of her drink. Margaery... didn't do that. She downed bottles in one go, and she certainly didn't waste. It was odd, and Suite couldn't explain how or why she had done that. "I didn't mean..." she began before trailing off, voice small for such a large creature.

"Of course I love you, Margy. Always." Her voice was sincere and warm. She wished Margaery could truly find the answer within herself, knowing good and well Suite loved her like no other, but wishes and reality were two very separate entities. Forcing this insecurity down, she offered her wife a small smile.