06-01-2018, 12:49 AM
[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"]Suiteheart was pleased to see Morgan in attendance. She quite liked the Tanglewood canine, for she was different than the rest. She had been kind and polite at the border, much unlike Beck and that dragon and that mutt. A fire flickered to life inside of her as she recalled their words, and the dark, black emotions it produced left her feeling hollowed and bitter. She closed her eyes, briefly, trying not to be swallowed up by these terrible feelings. And when it became too much, she looked for Margaery, her anchor. Her wife's stormy eyes calmed her at once, and she focused again on Bastille.
The words he spoke were true. Starrynight had been their symbolic North Star. He lead them through thick and thin, and he formed this place into what it needed to be. He had opened his arms - and heart - to anyone and everyone, and though it worried Suiteheart at times, it always worked out at the end of the day. She found herself smiling sadly as Bast spoke of all the ideas Starry had concocted that he himself would never see finished, but she took solace in knowing their new Astral Seraph would do everything in his power to see them completed.
She watched as Starrynight's pendant, the first pendant, appeared on the branch of the great oak tree. It somehow sparkled in the light as if Starry had left behind a part of himself. She grinned softly at the thought. It made her glad to know that, perhaps, a piece of him would always remain with them.
"May the stars accept him with grace," Suite found herself echoing Bastille's words. She hoped their former leader would find his place among the vast array of stars in space. He deserved to rest with what he loved most.
The words he spoke were true. Starrynight had been their symbolic North Star. He lead them through thick and thin, and he formed this place into what it needed to be. He had opened his arms - and heart - to anyone and everyone, and though it worried Suiteheart at times, it always worked out at the end of the day. She found herself smiling sadly as Bast spoke of all the ideas Starry had concocted that he himself would never see finished, but she took solace in knowing their new Astral Seraph would do everything in his power to see them completed.
She watched as Starrynight's pendant, the first pendant, appeared on the branch of the great oak tree. It somehow sparkled in the light as if Starry had left behind a part of himself. She grinned softly at the thought. It made her glad to know that, perhaps, a piece of him would always remain with them.
"May the stars accept him with grace," Suite found herself echoing Bastille's words. She hoped their former leader would find his place among the vast array of stars in space. He deserved to rest with what he loved most.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE