07-05-2018, 10:55 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"]Warringkindgom's appearance was welcomed. Suiteheart didn't exactly want to spend anymore time with this version of Bastille than she already was - alone. She supposed she ought to be thankful... what was his name? Pollie? Had she even met him? Grassina wasn't entirely sure, but whatever. While Zaniel could be a dick, he wasn't the worst. He was only just on the cusp of unpredictability. Really, the only thing she saw terribly wrong with him was his dependence on alcohol.
As he spoke, Suiteheart remained silent. Her own souls were so intrigued by this - by another individual like them - that they were acting out. Flash images of lifetimes ago peppered her line of sight. She could see phantom streets, crystal balls, flowers, tiaras, knives. Her head was on fire, but she didn't show it. Her eye hadn't even captured that faraway look she had been wearing so well as of late. Not yet anyway. As her former lives continued to bounce around her being, she could feel herself slipping. She tried her damnedest to identify who was strong enough to seize control. Considering her hearing was fading in and out, she knew it must have been Sybil... Why? Why not Aerona? Aerona would have had so much fun with Zaniel.
Her posture shifted, momentarily. It was as if she had shut herself off from all peering eyes, like she suddenly had a veil of protective mystery about her. It was the mark of Sybil, but no one save Margaery knew. However, before the soothsayer could do anything, Zaniel was speaking of his - of Bastille's - dislike of Suiteheart. Her eyes blinked, and when they opened, Sybil had fled the command center. Protecting Suite from harsh words was not her job. That was Erlend's. However, the archaic Viking soul remained dormant, willing Suite to deal with it on her own.
"Mm, not surprising. He's more or less hated me for a while now," she informed, flicking an ear. Some time ago, that information would have furthered the pain in her heart, but she knew Bastille's feelings towards her. It didn't bother her as much as it should have, but she was too weary to dwell on what she knew to be true. She did pause a beat before she spoke again, and when she did, she was slightly confused. "Wait, you don't know the reasons? You don't get told things?" God, Suiteheart wished it was that way for her. Each life she harbored inside of her single soul knew every single intimate detail about each other. It came with the territory of sharing one vessel, one consciousness, and one soul (even if by technical terms it was split). "Interesting."
She remained quiet as he spoke again, this time to Rin. The idea of him dying from withdrawal was a concerning one; she wouldn't deny that. However, she also didn't know Zani, so the idea of him lying to get what he needed might have been a possibility. Whatever the case was, she didn't speak. Instead, her gaze flickered to the Cleric, and she wondered what Rinny's next move would be.
As he spoke, Suiteheart remained silent. Her own souls were so intrigued by this - by another individual like them - that they were acting out. Flash images of lifetimes ago peppered her line of sight. She could see phantom streets, crystal balls, flowers, tiaras, knives. Her head was on fire, but she didn't show it. Her eye hadn't even captured that faraway look she had been wearing so well as of late. Not yet anyway. As her former lives continued to bounce around her being, she could feel herself slipping. She tried her damnedest to identify who was strong enough to seize control. Considering her hearing was fading in and out, she knew it must have been Sybil... Why? Why not Aerona? Aerona would have had so much fun with Zaniel.
Her posture shifted, momentarily. It was as if she had shut herself off from all peering eyes, like she suddenly had a veil of protective mystery about her. It was the mark of Sybil, but no one save Margaery knew. However, before the soothsayer could do anything, Zaniel was speaking of his - of Bastille's - dislike of Suiteheart. Her eyes blinked, and when they opened, Sybil had fled the command center. Protecting Suite from harsh words was not her job. That was Erlend's. However, the archaic Viking soul remained dormant, willing Suite to deal with it on her own.
"Mm, not surprising. He's more or less hated me for a while now," she informed, flicking an ear. Some time ago, that information would have furthered the pain in her heart, but she knew Bastille's feelings towards her. It didn't bother her as much as it should have, but she was too weary to dwell on what she knew to be true. She did pause a beat before she spoke again, and when she did, she was slightly confused. "Wait, you don't know the reasons? You don't get told things?" God, Suiteheart wished it was that way for her. Each life she harbored inside of her single soul knew every single intimate detail about each other. It came with the territory of sharing one vessel, one consciousness, and one soul (even if by technical terms it was split). "Interesting."
She remained quiet as he spoke again, this time to Rin. The idea of him dying from withdrawal was a concerning one; she wouldn't deny that. However, she also didn't know Zani, so the idea of him lying to get what he needed might have been a possibility. Whatever the case was, she didn't speak. Instead, her gaze flickered to the Cleric, and she wondered what Rinny's next move would be.
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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