06-09-2018, 12:44 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"]Suiteheart had holed herself up for most of the day. She was in a haze, and her mind felt too foggy to go out and do anything. She knew this was because of the incident between Margaery and Bastilleprisoner. Her teeth gritted at the thought. That disgusting, white-hot rage blew up inside of her once more. She was so fucking pissed off at him. She hated herself, too, for ever thinking she might could have called him 'son.' He wasn't like Mack or Ghost. And he certainly wasn't anything like her Jacky.
Her head was a jumble of shitty thoughts as she finally exited her room. She felt all the intense sadness of Margy, but she had managed to push those feelings down in favor of fury. She didn't need to mourn the loss of her relationship with Bastille. She had done that for far too long. And he clearly didn't give a fuck about Suite or Margy or even Hazel, so what was the use? She was just wasting her time and energy on someone who didn't care as much as she thought. His loss. Not hers.
It didn't take her long to pick up on the scent of paint, and it took her even less time to find the source of it. Despite all the terrible emotions swirling in her head and heart, the sight before her brought out a legitimate smile on her lips. It was stunning. It was beautiful, like Rinny had said. Suiteheart stood in awe for a few moments, baby blues studying the painted constellations, landing lastly on Leo. She smiled a little brighter at her star sign.
"I know I never say it enough, but holy shit we've got some talent in this group," the white feline exclaimed, stepping closer to inspect everything while being careful not to tread over wet paint and stopping beside Luna. "This is absolutely brilliant, you guys. How long did this take?"
Her head was a jumble of shitty thoughts as she finally exited her room. She felt all the intense sadness of Margy, but she had managed to push those feelings down in favor of fury. She didn't need to mourn the loss of her relationship with Bastille. She had done that for far too long. And he clearly didn't give a fuck about Suite or Margy or even Hazel, so what was the use? She was just wasting her time and energy on someone who didn't care as much as she thought. His loss. Not hers.
It didn't take her long to pick up on the scent of paint, and it took her even less time to find the source of it. Despite all the terrible emotions swirling in her head and heart, the sight before her brought out a legitimate smile on her lips. It was stunning. It was beautiful, like Rinny had said. Suiteheart stood in awe for a few moments, baby blues studying the painted constellations, landing lastly on Leo. She smiled a little brighter at her star sign.
"I know I never say it enough, but holy shit we've got some talent in this group," the white feline exclaimed, stepping closer to inspect everything while being careful not to tread over wet paint and stopping beside Luna. "This is absolutely brilliant, you guys. How long did this take?"
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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