06-08-2018, 01:44 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"]Margaery's presence was enough to calm her. The need for bloodshed settled within Suiteheart's mind as well, and she was more than grateful for both things. She found herself pressing into the side of her wife, drawing comfort from her in the wake of this odd situation - this tragedy.
Upon hearing Warringkingdom's question, she shook her head. Who had attacked Lunafreya? Suite tried to recall everything about the attacker - their fur color, their scent, their eye color -, but she came up empty. In the instant that she had felt the need to kill, her mind went blank. It was as if all she had seen was red. "I don't know who it was, Rinny. A wanderer or something..." Luna would later confirm this.
The white feline fell silent as Margaery and Luna discussed what would soon fall upon the latter. Worry pricked at Suite's insides, but she tried to let these emotions die out. Margy didn't seem to be all too upset. In fact, she was calm as still water. Suiteheart needed to take notes. Her ears perked as Margaery asked Lunafreya to join the Mikaelson family, and a smile spread out across her lips. She would love for Luna to be a part of their ever-growing family. The Ecliptic Admiral opened her maw to speak when Bastilleprisoner arrived in a rage.
The venom he spit at her wife caused Suiteheart's ears to pin backwards. She stepped between her lover and the boy she might have once lovingly called son. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and fury was read easily within their blue depths. How dare he? How dare he attack Margaery like this?! He had no fucking right to accuse her of things. She could not silence a growl that was growing within her throat, but Lunafreya's scolding at least covered most of it up.
It was Margaery's words that broke her heart though. As her wife spoke, all the sadness sprouted inside of Suite because of their bond. Margy's soul was old, and it carried an ancient heartbreak - and Bastille was making things so much worse than they needed to be because he was being selfish and petty and a fucking child. She felt her anger rising, rising, rising.
"I wish I could say I was disappointed in you," Suiteheart hissed, knowing she would only be adding to the reasons Bast loathed her, but she didn't give a fuck, "but I expected you'd say something like that. You're so fucking quick to judge, Basty. It makes me sick. Why don't you open your eyes for once? Or is that too much to ask?" 'Is it too much for the poor, poor little boy who's trying so hard to be a good leader?' Her mind finished, but she withheld the thought so that Bast wouldn't hear it.
She flicked her tail when she noticed his shifting eye color. Oh, someone was coming out to play. God, Suiteheart wanted nothing more than to rip that side out of him. She wanted to dance with the devil and then beat him to the fucking ground... She inhaled, feeling her inharmonious side push down her peaceful center. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"God, I'm so fucking sick of this. Aren't you tired, Bast?" Her words were freezing. She was weary in more ways than one, and his little outburst had made her fly off the handle. For the sake of Lunafreya and Warringkingdoms, she was reigning herself in. "I hope you're proud of yourself. I really do." She wasn't even paying attention to him now. Instead, her baby blues trailed Margaery, and she tried to reach her through their bond.
Once her wife was out of her line of sight, Suiteheart turned to Luna. "I am sorry this's happened to you, Lu. But Margy can and will help you, I know that. You're in good hands with her. And thanks for sticking up for us all." After she finished, her eyes raked over Bastille. Disappointment and something akin to disgust burned in her eyes like hot coals.
She was done.
Upon hearing Warringkingdom's question, she shook her head. Who had attacked Lunafreya? Suite tried to recall everything about the attacker - their fur color, their scent, their eye color -, but she came up empty. In the instant that she had felt the need to kill, her mind went blank. It was as if all she had seen was red. "I don't know who it was, Rinny. A wanderer or something..." Luna would later confirm this.
The white feline fell silent as Margaery and Luna discussed what would soon fall upon the latter. Worry pricked at Suite's insides, but she tried to let these emotions die out. Margy didn't seem to be all too upset. In fact, she was calm as still water. Suiteheart needed to take notes. Her ears perked as Margaery asked Lunafreya to join the Mikaelson family, and a smile spread out across her lips. She would love for Luna to be a part of their ever-growing family. The Ecliptic Admiral opened her maw to speak when Bastilleprisoner arrived in a rage.
The venom he spit at her wife caused Suiteheart's ears to pin backwards. She stepped between her lover and the boy she might have once lovingly called son. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and fury was read easily within their blue depths. How dare he? How dare he attack Margaery like this?! He had no fucking right to accuse her of things. She could not silence a growl that was growing within her throat, but Lunafreya's scolding at least covered most of it up.
It was Margaery's words that broke her heart though. As her wife spoke, all the sadness sprouted inside of Suite because of their bond. Margy's soul was old, and it carried an ancient heartbreak - and Bastille was making things so much worse than they needed to be because he was being selfish and petty and a fucking child. She felt her anger rising, rising, rising.
"I wish I could say I was disappointed in you," Suiteheart hissed, knowing she would only be adding to the reasons Bast loathed her, but she didn't give a fuck, "but I expected you'd say something like that. You're so fucking quick to judge, Basty. It makes me sick. Why don't you open your eyes for once? Or is that too much to ask?" 'Is it too much for the poor, poor little boy who's trying so hard to be a good leader?' Her mind finished, but she withheld the thought so that Bast wouldn't hear it.
She flicked her tail when she noticed his shifting eye color. Oh, someone was coming out to play. God, Suiteheart wanted nothing more than to rip that side out of him. She wanted to dance with the devil and then beat him to the fucking ground... She inhaled, feeling her inharmonious side push down her peaceful center. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"God, I'm so fucking sick of this. Aren't you tired, Bast?" Her words were freezing. She was weary in more ways than one, and his little outburst had made her fly off the handle. For the sake of Lunafreya and Warringkingdoms, she was reigning herself in. "I hope you're proud of yourself. I really do." She wasn't even paying attention to him now. Instead, her baby blues trailed Margaery, and she tried to reach her through their bond.
Once her wife was out of her line of sight, Suiteheart turned to Luna. "I am sorry this's happened to you, Lu. But Margy can and will help you, I know that. You're in good hands with her. And thanks for sticking up for us all." After she finished, her eyes raked over Bastille. Disappointment and something akin to disgust burned in her eyes like hot coals.
She was done.
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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