06-16-2018, 12:33 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"]When Margaery had told Suiteheart she was headed to the City of Stars, it had excited the Ecliptic Admiral. It meant that perhaps her wife was trying to get back into the swing of things. It was certainly nice to see the chocolate point out and about rather than cooped up in their room or somewhere within the Observatory's walls. Though she could easily sense how frail and hollow her wife was, Suiteheart wasn't too worried.
She should have been.
Not too terribly long after she had sensed her wife enter the ruins, she noticed a change. The words her wife was writing filled her head, bounding off the walls of her mind. They saddened her because the entry mimicked her own feelings. Two years ago, the newly married couple had been living on easy street. There were no invisible wars, no familial drama, no sickness. There had only been love and happiness and the soft chill of their wintery home. Back then, Suiteheart often felt invincible. But now? Now was an entirely different story.
She could feel a dizzy spell crash over her like a wave, and the Ecliptic Admiral almost fell herself. However, the sensation was enough to push her out the Observatory doors to the City of Stars. On her way, a soft emptiness found her, like Margaery had fallen asleep. It was different, however, more worrying. Suite could feel the impact of her wife hitting the ground, felt the phantom sting of landing on rubble.
As she neared the ruins, the first voice that reached her was Cooper's. It sounded so worried, so desperate. It sent a chill down her spine, and Luna's yell only worsened her panic. Her heart felt like a caged bird that was desperately fighting to be freed, and when her baby blues landed on the still form of her wife, it felt like that avian had withered up and died.
"Margy," she breathed, stepped forward to stand beside Cooper, and she found herself gently pressed into him for comfort. In the recent days, she had found a good friend in him as well as someone who could steady her. 'Margy, wake up. Please. Where are you?' she sent through the bond as a shaky paw reached for Margaery's face. Her words were scarcely above a whisper as she said, "Hey, come back to me..."
The only thing preventing her from breaking down was that she could still feel Margy's heartbeat. It was slow like she was sleeping, but the pained expression on her wife's face alluded to something far worse (as Suiteheart had feared). The white feline was shaking, tears were threatened to surface in her eyes, and all she could hear was Margaery's heartbeat in her ears.
Something terrible was happening in her wife's mind, and it killed Suiteheart to not be able to fix that.
She should have been.
Not too terribly long after she had sensed her wife enter the ruins, she noticed a change. The words her wife was writing filled her head, bounding off the walls of her mind. They saddened her because the entry mimicked her own feelings. Two years ago, the newly married couple had been living on easy street. There were no invisible wars, no familial drama, no sickness. There had only been love and happiness and the soft chill of their wintery home. Back then, Suiteheart often felt invincible. But now? Now was an entirely different story.
She could feel a dizzy spell crash over her like a wave, and the Ecliptic Admiral almost fell herself. However, the sensation was enough to push her out the Observatory doors to the City of Stars. On her way, a soft emptiness found her, like Margaery had fallen asleep. It was different, however, more worrying. Suite could feel the impact of her wife hitting the ground, felt the phantom sting of landing on rubble.
As she neared the ruins, the first voice that reached her was Cooper's. It sounded so worried, so desperate. It sent a chill down her spine, and Luna's yell only worsened her panic. Her heart felt like a caged bird that was desperately fighting to be freed, and when her baby blues landed on the still form of her wife, it felt like that avian had withered up and died.
"Margy," she breathed, stepped forward to stand beside Cooper, and she found herself gently pressed into him for comfort. In the recent days, she had found a good friend in him as well as someone who could steady her. 'Margy, wake up. Please. Where are you?' she sent through the bond as a shaky paw reached for Margaery's face. Her words were scarcely above a whisper as she said, "Hey, come back to me..."
The only thing preventing her from breaking down was that she could still feel Margy's heartbeat. It was slow like she was sleeping, but the pained expression on her wife's face alluded to something far worse (as Suiteheart had feared). The white feline was shaking, tears were threatened to surface in her eyes, and all she could hear was Margaery's heartbeat in her ears.
Something terrible was happening in her wife's mind, and it killed Suiteheart to not be able to fix that.
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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