I’VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS ; p

[Suiteheart]

[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"]When Suiteheart felt the bond turn off thanks to Genevieve, she waited for the pressure to relax. She waited for the weight of every single 100 years of heartbreak to end. She waited for any, any, any kind of relief up to and even including death.

But there was nothing.

There was no easing of the pain.

The release of the bond only heightened the hurt. All at once, every single soul residing within her small frame screamed. They screamed and fought with her, with each other. They all grabbed onto the bond, the one thing that connected them each to the past. The mental movement within her was excruciating. She was just short of convulsing as a thin trickle of blood began to pour from her nose.

"Genevieve, you idiot!" Suiteheart spat, but it was Erlend using her voice. The most ancient soul wanted to take control, but doing so would only result in making things worse. "If we get reborn again, it will be one too many individuals tied to one soul. Our soul will collapse underneath the weight, and then we cease to exist." Her voice - Suiteheart's - was trembling violently. Was it not obvious to Gen, she wondered. From the state they were in now, shattering was on the horizon. The ten split souls were walking a thin tightrope. One false move would throw them over the edge.

If Genevieve were to kill them in hopes of reuniting with Aerona, that would be disastrous. If another split was driven into their shared soul, the outcome would be irreversible. The soul was already cracked and crumbling. The sudden onslaught of memories via Gen was furthering the destruction of their soul. Another added to their ten... Erlend tried to picture it. She knew Suiteheart - or whomever the next version would be - would be born to only suffer. There would be no control. Each version of herself would fight for control. They would rip one another apart until the vessel ripped itself apart. The soul they shared would evaporate, ultimately killing them. There would be no more lives. There would be nothing. They would only be memories.

"We are already beginning to lose control. You are going to kill Aerona, Genevieve. You will - not your father, not me. You. I hope you can find it within yourself to deal with that."

Her tone was zero-below - as freezing as the lands Erlend originated from. The look on her face was of cold steel. She was angry. This had gotten out of control. Everything was coming apart at the seams. Erlend was usually able to keep things calm, but now? Now was entirely different. Try as she might, she could not wrap her mind around salvaging this. Worst of all, she knew Nik was coming. She could feel his cold presence as easily as she could feel Genevieve's in front of her. She shuddered.

And then, there was a fire so fierce, it burned. Aerona. She pushed her way towards the front of the pack with astonishing ease. She overtook Erlend without a fight (Erlend was too scared to further damage the soul to put up anything besides a verbal fight). But ever the cutthroat she was, Aerona shoved Erlend down deep. Erlend would remain in her place, she knew. Erlend was too scared of disrupting balance to override her protective characteristics. Aerona simply smirked, which caused Suiteheart's features to quirk upward in a dark smile.

"Oh, Gen-Gen, it's... so great to see you, love," she lied easily, flicking her tail. She stood then, rising to near Genevieve. Aerona circled her counterpart in slow movements as if she were sizing her up. A malicious smile burned brightly on her features. "Hmmm. You were prettier last time I saw you. Tragic." She turned, then, padding away from her to search the room. She had seen this place before, through Suiteheart's eyes as she lay dormant. It seemed different, somehow worse.

At Gen's question, she shook her head. Her? Chained up? She giggled. "Oh, honey, I'm much stronger than you remember! Sweetie, I make appearances in this vessel all the time. I just think you don't care enough to notice," she pouted, pursing her lips. She giggled again, turning to face her partner in crime. "I'm hurt, Gen-Gen. Honestly, I thought you of all people would know I was behind every flare of anger, every snide comment, every outburst. It was so much easier when she was younger - before Erlend decided to teach this bitch about balance. But I've always been here, lurking, waiting. It's a damn shame you weren't good enough to break out sooner. I could've been running this shitty place with your help." She shook her head before turning her nose up in disgust. "I guess you really haven't learned anything since your daddy killed me. Not that I'm surprised - you never were a quick learner, were you, love?"

Her confidence faltered for a second as a stronger surge of blood poured from her nose. Her head was swimming, and she placed a paw to her temple as if to steady herself. She gritted her teeth, but her smile never left her lips. Through a pained laugh, she purred, [color=#8B4C39][b]"God, Gen-Gen, you're ruining me. And you know how much I hate you bringing me down."