07-01-2018, 12:14 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 name that tumbled passed Margaery's lips, caused a momentary lapse of agony. Suiteheart's emotions ceased for a fraction of a second. Her posture shifted, becoming loose and relaxed yet reclusive. The scenery around her changed, shifting slowly into that of satin tent. The air of cool mystery wreathed her, and in Margaery's place, all her eyes (which still appeared to be gazing far off) could see was a ginger and white tabby with a piercing emerald stare. "Ingrid, amor meus in aeternum." Suite - who was now channeling Sybil -, opened her mouth to speak again, but shut it quickly.
Suiteheart had regained control, and a frightened look was displayed on her features. She had just spoken clear Latin. Her voice had been warped and was an octave lower, but it had come from her mouth. The terror transformed into a pained look as her head began feeling like it had been set on fire. She could not wrap her mind around any of this, and everything inside of her was screaming. It felt like an intense storm was raging within her body, and she could not calm it. Nothing could calm it.
Her tears returned, full force, as Margaery enveloped her in a hug. Suiteheart tried. She tried to find comfort in the embrace, but she was continuously begin pulled this way and that - far away from her solace. Like Margaery, Suite could feel the overexertion of the bond. The pressure of this moment, of 1000 years of moments, was scrambling their mental connection. The Ecliptic Admiral held tightly to it, fearful it was on the verge of collapse.
And it would be her fault.
It would be her fault if her intense emotions shattered what tied them so closely together. But it hurt to hold on to. It hurt her so badly, and the pain was only intensifying as the years flew by. She wondered, for a brief time, if Margaery would be angry if she let go. If Suite let go, if she succumbed to the acute emotional distress of centuries gone by, would her wife be angry? If she pushed herself away from the pain Genevieve was causing, would Margaery hate her forever? Suite wanted to deny what was staring her in the face. She wanted to flee from this, from the chaos of her mind because it was killing her.
And then Erlend had surfaced. An ancient calm had overtaken her senses, and she knew it was not Margaery's. She fell into it anyway. Her mental state was collapsing under everything, and she willingly released control to whomever was gently asking for it. The soul was so balanced, so much like her own, that it was hard to protest it. Suite receded, passing the baton to the oldest existence. The being - her being - thanked her kindly, promised to explain things later, and then spoke, using her voice. Meanwhile, Suiteheart was but a passenger in all of this.
Erlend's calm expression brightened as Maarit emerged. Her sweet girl, her lover, her pearl. The ancient huntress inhaled softly, breathing in the scent of her long-ago partner. It was just as she remembered: pine and honey and everything light. "How could I forget you, my pearl? I have missed you more than words," she spoke, her voice appearing even and yet drenched with relief. "No, beloved, do not be sorry. I chose this path. I -"
The protector silenced herself as she caught the change in Maarit. Those gray eyes she loved more than life came alive with a harsh, copper hue. Erlend's gaze hardened, and before the other spoke, she found herself recounting the life and times of Genevieve Harper Mikaelson. That had been an interesting case, Erlend remembered. The archaic soul recalled Aerona well enough, and she even felt the second youngest soul blooming like a deadly flower within her. That girl had nerve. And as young as she was, contained a power stronger than most others.
"Ah, witless Genevieve Harper," the white feline remarked, voice never leaving that level tone, "don't you understand? Killing me only ensures you never see Aerona. She and I are connected as we each hold a sliver of one soul, Genevieve Harper."
A strained look painted Erlend's facial features. She stepped back as she began to shake. She shook her head once as if to combat the ten souls clamoring for control.
"Stop! Go away - all of you!"
Suiteheart. The white feline was herself again, but not for long enough.
"Think about what you are asking, my dear."
"In-g-rid? Mea vol-upta-s uni-ca?"
The different voices flew from her lips, heartbeats apart. In bats of an eye, her posture shifted and contorted as each soul seized control. Her tone of voice and accents transformed from one second to another. "You have - auri-bus percipe - no! - Sybil. Silence. Suiteheart, you -? Non tacebor, Erlend! - You will have your time, Sybil. Concede now, or - ego ad-sum, Erlend, -! STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!"
Suiteheart had screamed her souls into silence. Her breathing was ragged, and her legs trembled every few seconds. She was shaking her head softly and tears were again accumulating in her eyes. "I didn't ask for this... I didn't ask for any of this..." She was sobbing once more as her souls rushed her again, grappling for control over her weakened being. They were all pleading and begging and bargaining. Suite could sense Erlend attempting to calm everyone, but to no avail. Tensions were so incredibly high. She heard Margaery's warning, but it was far too late.
'Before the rest of you fuck-ups shatter this soul and vessel beyond repair, I'm taking my turn. No, Erlend, I don't care that I'm the youngest. Sybil doesn't deserve it. No one does but me... Oh, you think you should? Erlend, you're the whole reason we're in this situation, you bitch. You cursed us. Don't forget that, miss high-and-mighty. Erlend, I don't give a shit about what you think! It's my turn. You can fight me for control. Good luck though; I've been saving my strength. You haven't.'
"Aerona. You must not-"
From the calm came the rage. Suiteheart's - Erlend's - posture changed. The rigid, strong look about her melted into something sharper and more dangerous. A fog of fury seemed to roll out from around her, and a giggle left her lips. She stretched, letting her soul reach into every corner of this vessel. The assassin stood straight up then, a playful smile unfurling upon her lips as she gazed at the girl before her. When she spoke, however, there was no warmth to her fire. She was freezing on the inside; she was unfeeling. And yet, the thought of Genevieve piqued her interests. A shred of caring could not be found within her for her partner in crime, but there was something there, wasn't there?
"Genny. It's been a helluva long while."
[amor meus in aeternum - my eternal love
mea voluptas unica - my only delight
auribus percipe - listen closely
non tacebor - i will not be silenced
ego adsum - i am here]
Suiteheart had regained control, and a frightened look was displayed on her features. She had just spoken clear Latin. Her voice had been warped and was an octave lower, but it had come from her mouth. The terror transformed into a pained look as her head began feeling like it had been set on fire. She could not wrap her mind around any of this, and everything inside of her was screaming. It felt like an intense storm was raging within her body, and she could not calm it. Nothing could calm it.
Her tears returned, full force, as Margaery enveloped her in a hug. Suiteheart tried. She tried to find comfort in the embrace, but she was continuously begin pulled this way and that - far away from her solace. Like Margaery, Suite could feel the overexertion of the bond. The pressure of this moment, of 1000 years of moments, was scrambling their mental connection. The Ecliptic Admiral held tightly to it, fearful it was on the verge of collapse.
And it would be her fault.
It would be her fault if her intense emotions shattered what tied them so closely together. But it hurt to hold on to. It hurt her so badly, and the pain was only intensifying as the years flew by. She wondered, for a brief time, if Margaery would be angry if she let go. If Suite let go, if she succumbed to the acute emotional distress of centuries gone by, would her wife be angry? If she pushed herself away from the pain Genevieve was causing, would Margaery hate her forever? Suite wanted to deny what was staring her in the face. She wanted to flee from this, from the chaos of her mind because it was killing her.
And then Erlend had surfaced. An ancient calm had overtaken her senses, and she knew it was not Margaery's. She fell into it anyway. Her mental state was collapsing under everything, and she willingly released control to whomever was gently asking for it. The soul was so balanced, so much like her own, that it was hard to protest it. Suite receded, passing the baton to the oldest existence. The being - her being - thanked her kindly, promised to explain things later, and then spoke, using her voice. Meanwhile, Suiteheart was but a passenger in all of this.
Erlend's calm expression brightened as Maarit emerged. Her sweet girl, her lover, her pearl. The ancient huntress inhaled softly, breathing in the scent of her long-ago partner. It was just as she remembered: pine and honey and everything light. "How could I forget you, my pearl? I have missed you more than words," she spoke, her voice appearing even and yet drenched with relief. "No, beloved, do not be sorry. I chose this path. I -"
The protector silenced herself as she caught the change in Maarit. Those gray eyes she loved more than life came alive with a harsh, copper hue. Erlend's gaze hardened, and before the other spoke, she found herself recounting the life and times of Genevieve Harper Mikaelson. That had been an interesting case, Erlend remembered. The archaic soul recalled Aerona well enough, and she even felt the second youngest soul blooming like a deadly flower within her. That girl had nerve. And as young as she was, contained a power stronger than most others.
"Ah, witless Genevieve Harper," the white feline remarked, voice never leaving that level tone, "don't you understand? Killing me only ensures you never see Aerona. She and I are connected as we each hold a sliver of one soul, Genevieve Harper."
A strained look painted Erlend's facial features. She stepped back as she began to shake. She shook her head once as if to combat the ten souls clamoring for control.
"Stop! Go away - all of you!"
Suiteheart. The white feline was herself again, but not for long enough.
"Think about what you are asking, my dear."
"In-g-rid? Mea vol-upta-s uni-ca?"
The different voices flew from her lips, heartbeats apart. In bats of an eye, her posture shifted and contorted as each soul seized control. Her tone of voice and accents transformed from one second to another. "You have - auri-bus percipe - no! - Sybil. Silence. Suiteheart, you -? Non tacebor, Erlend! - You will have your time, Sybil. Concede now, or - ego ad-sum, Erlend, -! STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!"
Suiteheart had screamed her souls into silence. Her breathing was ragged, and her legs trembled every few seconds. She was shaking her head softly and tears were again accumulating in her eyes. "I didn't ask for this... I didn't ask for any of this..." She was sobbing once more as her souls rushed her again, grappling for control over her weakened being. They were all pleading and begging and bargaining. Suite could sense Erlend attempting to calm everyone, but to no avail. Tensions were so incredibly high. She heard Margaery's warning, but it was far too late.
'Before the rest of you fuck-ups shatter this soul and vessel beyond repair, I'm taking my turn. No, Erlend, I don't care that I'm the youngest. Sybil doesn't deserve it. No one does but me... Oh, you think you should? Erlend, you're the whole reason we're in this situation, you bitch. You cursed us. Don't forget that, miss high-and-mighty. Erlend, I don't give a shit about what you think! It's my turn. You can fight me for control. Good luck though; I've been saving my strength. You haven't.'
"Aerona. You must not-"
From the calm came the rage. Suiteheart's - Erlend's - posture changed. The rigid, strong look about her melted into something sharper and more dangerous. A fog of fury seemed to roll out from around her, and a giggle left her lips. She stretched, letting her soul reach into every corner of this vessel. The assassin stood straight up then, a playful smile unfurling upon her lips as she gazed at the girl before her. When she spoke, however, there was no warmth to her fire. She was freezing on the inside; she was unfeeling. And yet, the thought of Genevieve piqued her interests. A shred of caring could not be found within her for her partner in crime, but there was something there, wasn't there?
"Genny. It's been a helluva long while."
[amor meus in aeternum - my eternal love
mea voluptas unica - my only delight
auribus percipe - listen closely
non tacebor - i will not be silenced
ego adsum - i am here]
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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