06-28-2018, 01:57 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"]Shay "Suiteheart" Hart was singing. The room of her door was opened, and she was singing. Her tone was light and cheerful and soft as she lulled her four children to sleep. The smile on her lips could be heard in her song. Despite the terrible state of her life, she felt fine in this moment. After taking a fistful of poppy seeds to calm her nerves, she was mellowed out. The ancient memories in her mind were not as terrible today, and she knew this was only because she was getting used to them, used to who she used to be. The thought was as haunting as it was comforting. She didn't want to be anyone else, but she was glad it wasn't as bad as the first night.
"And if that mocking bird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring," she hummed, strumming the ukulele she had. She beamed as one of her children seemed to smile at her song. "And if that diamond ring turns brash, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glasses gets -"
The sound of running boots caught her ear. Glancing to her children, noting they were all slumbering, she took to the door. Her eyes landed on Cooper, and her heart stopped when she saw who he was carrying. The ukulele fell to the floor in a mess of terrible sounds, but the Ecliptic Admiral didn't care about the state of her one instrument. Her only concern in this moment was Bastille. Panic coursed through her veins, and she felt herself beginning to shake. Cooper's face was so grave it sent chills down her spine. Grabbing the nearest person, the blonde woman sat them to watch over her children. And then, she was chasing Cooper.
It had taken a bit for Shay to catch up to her friend. Her short stature was terrible at long-distance events. "Wh-what happened?" she inquired, voice trembling. Baby blues would not even look at Cooper, too afraid to see the worry on his features. Instead, she focused squarely on Bastille. He looked like hell, but the sleep that had overtaken him made him appear peaceful. If Shay knew him (and she did), she knew that solace was not easily achieved - and worse yet, she feared it wasn't even real. Something terrible had happened to him, she knew. Her boy... She kept messing up with him, and now, he was hurt again. Her hands curled into shaky fists at her side, and her nails dug into her palms in order to keep her from sinking into herself. She could feel Erlend rising, but she pushed her original state down; Shay had to be here for Bastille. She would not allow another version of herself to take her place, even if he hated this part of her.
She remained silent, too wrapped up in her pessimistic thoughts. She feared the worst for Bastille in this moment, and even though the Astral Seraph was incredibly resilient, she was panicking. It felt like she hadn't chewed through poppy seed after poppy seed. Her vision was blurring, a sure sign that she was about to get glimpses from her former lives. She blinked one, twice, three times, to rid herself of the sights. Thankfully, they disappeared, but all she was greeted with was a sickly looking Bastille and a somber-looking Cooper. Her heart rate spiked.
"And if that mocking bird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring," she hummed, strumming the ukulele she had. She beamed as one of her children seemed to smile at her song. "And if that diamond ring turns brash, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glasses gets -"
The sound of running boots caught her ear. Glancing to her children, noting they were all slumbering, she took to the door. Her eyes landed on Cooper, and her heart stopped when she saw who he was carrying. The ukulele fell to the floor in a mess of terrible sounds, but the Ecliptic Admiral didn't care about the state of her one instrument. Her only concern in this moment was Bastille. Panic coursed through her veins, and she felt herself beginning to shake. Cooper's face was so grave it sent chills down her spine. Grabbing the nearest person, the blonde woman sat them to watch over her children. And then, she was chasing Cooper.
It had taken a bit for Shay to catch up to her friend. Her short stature was terrible at long-distance events. "Wh-what happened?" she inquired, voice trembling. Baby blues would not even look at Cooper, too afraid to see the worry on his features. Instead, she focused squarely on Bastille. He looked like hell, but the sleep that had overtaken him made him appear peaceful. If Shay knew him (and she did), she knew that solace was not easily achieved - and worse yet, she feared it wasn't even real. Something terrible had happened to him, she knew. Her boy... She kept messing up with him, and now, he was hurt again. Her hands curled into shaky fists at her side, and her nails dug into her palms in order to keep her from sinking into herself. She could feel Erlend rising, but she pushed her original state down; Shay had to be here for Bastille. She would not allow another version of herself to take her place, even if he hated this part of her.
She remained silent, too wrapped up in her pessimistic thoughts. She feared the worst for Bastille in this moment, and even though the Astral Seraph was incredibly resilient, she was panicking. It felt like she hadn't chewed through poppy seed after poppy seed. Her vision was blurring, a sure sign that she was about to get glimpses from her former lives. She blinked one, twice, three times, to rid herself of the sights. Thankfully, they disappeared, but all she was greeted with was a sickly looking Bastille and a somber-looking Cooper. Her heart rate spiked.
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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