07-04-2018, 01:16 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 was almost certain she hated souls or whatever else seemed to be plaguing her life as of late. After receiving nine centuries worth of memories from past lives, from fractions of her single soul, she was sick of it. The headaches they all gave her made her weak, and she often ended up getting sick from them. She hated the way each incarnation of herself sometimes slipped into her vision controls, layering their life over hers so that she was seeing two instances at once. She despised the way each one was constantly asking to have the reigns. She hated having to supervise each and every single part of herself.
Half the time, she refused to even acknowledge they were her.
They weren't. They couldn't be. Margaery might have been Genevieve and vice versa, Bastille might have been Zaniel and vice versa, but Suiteheart was Suiteheart. She didn't have room for anyone else inside of her head or her soul for that matter. She wanted them out. She wanted it to stop. But it wouldn't. While the nine different versions of herself whispered about things ending soon, she knew the cycle would only repeat itself. She hated it. She hated what she had been, what she was, and what she would be.
It was Bastille's call that had pulled her from her oppressive thoughts. His voice was his own, but there were notes of something darker there that did not hint at him. Giving a slight huff, the Ecliptic Admiral was off, in search of her boy. It hadn't taken too long to find him. He was in the Grand Circle, which was in the middle of literally everything. Before she approached, she studied him closely. Teal eyes. Her heart sank. The last time she had run into Zaniel had been most unpleasurable. Deciding she ought to try to start over, the white feline stepped forward.
"You looking for Rin?" she asked, arching a fictional eyebrow. Warringkingdom's last run-in with Zani had been interesting to say the least. He had flirted with her a great deal, if she remembered correctly. "I might be careful. I don't think Rin's in the mood to play today."
Half the time, she refused to even acknowledge they were her.
They weren't. They couldn't be. Margaery might have been Genevieve and vice versa, Bastille might have been Zaniel and vice versa, but Suiteheart was Suiteheart. She didn't have room for anyone else inside of her head or her soul for that matter. She wanted them out. She wanted it to stop. But it wouldn't. While the nine different versions of herself whispered about things ending soon, she knew the cycle would only repeat itself. She hated it. She hated what she had been, what she was, and what she would be.
It was Bastille's call that had pulled her from her oppressive thoughts. His voice was his own, but there were notes of something darker there that did not hint at him. Giving a slight huff, the Ecliptic Admiral was off, in search of her boy. It hadn't taken too long to find him. He was in the Grand Circle, which was in the middle of literally everything. Before she approached, she studied him closely. Teal eyes. Her heart sank. The last time she had run into Zaniel had been most unpleasurable. Deciding she ought to try to start over, the white feline stepped forward.
"You looking for Rin?" she asked, arching a fictional eyebrow. Warringkingdom's last run-in with Zani had been interesting to say the least. He had flirted with her a great deal, if she remembered correctly. "I might be careful. I don't think Rin's in the mood to play today."
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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