TO THE STARS WHO LISTEN / open, gifts

[Suiteheart]

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Dark eyes watched in happiness as Margaery presented both Bastillepaw and Hazel with gifts. She tried to peer into the bond she shared with her wife in order to figure out what their gifts were, and once she got through, a smile lit up her features. Journals and fine wine for Bastille. Cookbooks for Haze. The polar bear was certain the younger creatures would enjoy their gifts. After all, those presents spoke to who they were.

Her eyes widened a bit as the chocolate point pushed forward a present. It was wrapped neatly in silver paper that sparkled brightly. She grinned softly, and she was excited to see what this could be. Margaery was so kind. She was amazing. Suite truly, truly loved her. She loved her not because she was giving gifts, no, she loved her because Margaery wanted to make everyone feel important.

The Cosmic General would nod at her wife's words before gently opening the gift. Once she had ripped away at all the wrapping, she pulled the shadowbox close to inspect it. The grin she currently wore transformed into a radiant smile. "Oh, Margy," she rumbled, happiness easily finding its way into her tone, "this is amazing! I love it!" Her eyes swept over each intricate detail of the shadowbox - the flowers that symbolized each individual in the photo, the confetti and the glitter, and even the picture itself. Suite could've cried at how absolutely precious the act was. Aiming to pull her wife into a soft embrace, she said, [color=#73B1B7][b]"This is one of the best gifts I've ever gotten. Thank you. I love you!"