06-28-2018, 12:56 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"]The embrace from her lover had done little to comfort her. The simple act of the hug did spark something within the white feline, however. The air around Margaery had shifted, morphing into an archaic feeling. Suiteheart felt the air flee from her lungs, felt the electricity of the moment course through her being. Images dotted her mind's eye and then she was drowning in those eyes that contained stormy seas, the ones she had seen time and time again. Suiteheart knew her name. It rested on the tip of her tongue, but she knew it.
That force deep within her was rising. Flashes of various colors lit up her line of sight and a cacophony of sound blew up in her ears, so loud she didn't hear Margaery's words. Suite was crying now. She felt so completely lost and disconnected from the world that she was supposed to be living in. Large tears dripped down her face, and for the first time, she was grateful for her tears because they blinded her from everything her mind was forcing her to see.
Within heartbeats, her torrent of tears could not save her any longer.
Suiteheart stopped. All at once, she halted completely. Her eyes glazed over and gained a faraway look, but they were shifting from left to right and back again, repeatedly, in milliseconds. Her mouth was open, and it moved in a soundless manner as if she were trying to speak but could not find her words. Her breathing would shift from quick and unsteady to slow and sure from one moment to the next. She was trembling now, too. The strange force inside of her had grown and the burst, flooding all of her senses. She was struggling underneath the weight of one thousands years of memories.
The first thing she was greeted with was a vast forest, like the one she had seen moments ago. After that, she was housed within castle walls, staring at royal guards. The next image was that of a tent of satin curtains and crystal balls. The fourth image was the den of a healer and herbs were scattered around the place. Seconds later, she was inside of a jail; chains and posts were all around her. Charred lands gathered around her next and fires dotted the scene. Shortly afterwards, a field of flowers and a ring of trees kept her safe. Then, bookshelf after bookshelf rose up and a pair of glasses were at her side. Heartbeats passed and she stood face-to-face with a wanted poster that brandished her picture. Finally, she could see the surroundings she was just in - her room. The ten different moments in time then layered together on top of one another. Objects faded in and out as each time period fought to be heard first. Before she could pick (as if she even had the option), the ten different scenes morphed into something horrible, and Suiteheart was assaulted with every second at once.
Erlend. Bristol. Sybil. Asa. Damiana. Griffin. Hyacinth. Lorelei. Aerona.
Suiteheart.
Year after year crashed into her frame of mind with the force of a ton of bricks. Her tears did not cease their flow, and a dreadful scream escaped her lips as the pain was too terrible. Her head felt as though it would explode within seconds. Her chest was tight. Her breathing was ragged.
Green eyes. Green eyes. Green eyes.
She screamed louder as she pictured her death nine times over. Each time, she was murdered by the same individual. She could see nine different versions of him, and each one was headed for her. She remained still, too scared to move, but she continued to sob and beg for this to stop. "No! Please!" she pleaded, feeling phantom claws sink into her chest. "Go away! Go away!" She shut her eyes once again, but she could not run from her murderer. She could not escape that awful, green stare.
"I'm sorry, Erlend."
Just like seconds before her world forever changed, seconds before her soul shattered as it gave a part of itself to each 100 years of her life, Suiteheart stopped. Her baby blues flew open, and she looked into the storms Margaery's eyes held. The chocolate point was different: a layered vision rested over her lover's appearances, showing a ragdoll. A heavy silence fell over her as she listened to Margaery's words. She showed no signs of hearing them, but inwardly, Suiteheart was grasping at them, trying to understand. Erlend. Suiteheart. Erlend. Suiteheart. Erlend.
Erlend.
Erlend.
The white feline stirred. Her eyes slowly closed and then leisurely opened. Her posture shifted into something sharper, more rigid. Everything about her suggested this was someone entirely different but not unfamiliar. This individual carried all the fire and rage of Suiteheart's primal side, but she was as cool and calm as the surface of an undisturbed pool of water. A smile surfaced upon her features, and it was not lopsided. It tugged at both corners of her lips, and it was as soft as the morning sun. When she spoke, her voice contained notes of an ancient world, and it carried the lilt of something akin to a Norwegian accent.
"Hello, my beautiful pearl. It has been a very, very long time."
That force deep within her was rising. Flashes of various colors lit up her line of sight and a cacophony of sound blew up in her ears, so loud she didn't hear Margaery's words. Suite was crying now. She felt so completely lost and disconnected from the world that she was supposed to be living in. Large tears dripped down her face, and for the first time, she was grateful for her tears because they blinded her from everything her mind was forcing her to see.
Within heartbeats, her torrent of tears could not save her any longer.
Suiteheart stopped. All at once, she halted completely. Her eyes glazed over and gained a faraway look, but they were shifting from left to right and back again, repeatedly, in milliseconds. Her mouth was open, and it moved in a soundless manner as if she were trying to speak but could not find her words. Her breathing would shift from quick and unsteady to slow and sure from one moment to the next. She was trembling now, too. The strange force inside of her had grown and the burst, flooding all of her senses. She was struggling underneath the weight of one thousands years of memories.
The first thing she was greeted with was a vast forest, like the one she had seen moments ago. After that, she was housed within castle walls, staring at royal guards. The next image was that of a tent of satin curtains and crystal balls. The fourth image was the den of a healer and herbs were scattered around the place. Seconds later, she was inside of a jail; chains and posts were all around her. Charred lands gathered around her next and fires dotted the scene. Shortly afterwards, a field of flowers and a ring of trees kept her safe. Then, bookshelf after bookshelf rose up and a pair of glasses were at her side. Heartbeats passed and she stood face-to-face with a wanted poster that brandished her picture. Finally, she could see the surroundings she was just in - her room. The ten different moments in time then layered together on top of one another. Objects faded in and out as each time period fought to be heard first. Before she could pick (as if she even had the option), the ten different scenes morphed into something horrible, and Suiteheart was assaulted with every second at once.
Erlend. Bristol. Sybil. Asa. Damiana. Griffin. Hyacinth. Lorelei. Aerona.
Suiteheart.
Year after year crashed into her frame of mind with the force of a ton of bricks. Her tears did not cease their flow, and a dreadful scream escaped her lips as the pain was too terrible. Her head felt as though it would explode within seconds. Her chest was tight. Her breathing was ragged.
Green eyes. Green eyes. Green eyes.
She screamed louder as she pictured her death nine times over. Each time, she was murdered by the same individual. She could see nine different versions of him, and each one was headed for her. She remained still, too scared to move, but she continued to sob and beg for this to stop. "No! Please!" she pleaded, feeling phantom claws sink into her chest. "Go away! Go away!" She shut her eyes once again, but she could not run from her murderer. She could not escape that awful, green stare.
"I'm sorry, Erlend."
Just like seconds before her world forever changed, seconds before her soul shattered as it gave a part of itself to each 100 years of her life, Suiteheart stopped. Her baby blues flew open, and she looked into the storms Margaery's eyes held. The chocolate point was different: a layered vision rested over her lover's appearances, showing a ragdoll. A heavy silence fell over her as she listened to Margaery's words. She showed no signs of hearing them, but inwardly, Suiteheart was grasping at them, trying to understand. Erlend. Suiteheart. Erlend. Suiteheart. Erlend.
Erlend.
Erlend.
The white feline stirred. Her eyes slowly closed and then leisurely opened. Her posture shifted into something sharper, more rigid. Everything about her suggested this was someone entirely different but not unfamiliar. This individual carried all the fire and rage of Suiteheart's primal side, but she was as cool and calm as the surface of an undisturbed pool of water. A smile surfaced upon her features, and it was not lopsided. It tugged at both corners of her lips, and it was as soft as the morning sun. When she spoke, her voice contained notes of an ancient world, and it carried the lilt of something akin to a Norwegian accent.
"Hello, my beautiful pearl. It has been a very, very long time."
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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