07-07-2018, 09:11 PM
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HEART
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Well, fuck. This was the part where everything went to shit.
Washington exploded. Suiteheart's ears flew backward at the sudden onslaught of shouts and harsh-toned words. The rage and fury and confusion that rolled off of him struck a cord within her. She was prone to outbursts like that when tensions were high and her hours of sleep were low. When she was a child, it had been so bad that her parents stopped dealing with it. She had grown bitter and even angrier. And everything spiraled out of control. She inhaled slowly as those memories rose to the forefront of her mind. Worse yet, Griffin, the firestorm, was also at the front of her thoughts. That version of herself had never been able to control her emotions. She had ultimately killed everyone she loved in an accident with her powers. The memory caused a pang of sadness to rip through her heart.
"Washington," she began, voice calm, "take a second to-" She was cut off as he began again. Her eyes shifted to Bastilleprisoner as Washington referred to him as a hypocrite. She wondered if her Seraph would take the bait and lash out in return or if he'd simply face the situation with apathy in tow. Well, regardless of his actions, she was more concerned with Washington. His voice was hoarse from screaming, and his tone sounded hurt.
She remained silent, choosing to listen to Washington's words and then respond fully at the end. From the look and sound of it, he was running out of steam. Worry edged its way into her azure stare. The armored creature did not look well. His breathing was all over the place, and he was trembling. Instinctively, she took a step forward, but Carolina beat her to Washington's side. Suite steadied herself then, flicking an ear as Carolina spoke.
"God, everyone hold on for just a fucking second," she called. Everything had happened so quickly that her head was spinning. Wash's outburst had practically given her whiplash. She knew the poor guy was hurting - that much was obvious -, but she knew his screaming would not be taken lightly by Bast or Roy or even Genny. She let a frown traipse across her pink lips.
"You both might not think you're members of the Ascendants, but guess what? You are. I'm sorry if neither of you like it, but it's true. Whether you want to admit it or not, Washington, you're around. A lot. And I'm sure Carolina will be the same. The both of you help more than you realize too." The definition of a "member" was someone that belonged to a group, and as far as she was concerned, Washington and Carolina were their members. "If you guys didn't want to be here and actually didn't consider yourself members, you'd have left by now. There are plenty of unclaimed lands nearby that you could have moved to, but you didn't. You decided to stay. Why?"
She flicked her tail, motioning to Bastille. "And don't be too mad at him. You can't blame him for wanting to protect our home... even if he has an odd way of doing it," she added. Starrynight had left the whole of the Ascendants in Bastille's paws. She knew Bast'd be dammed if anything were to happen to it.
"Carolina, Washington needs to get checked out by Warringkingdoms or Radeken," the Ecliptic Admiral meowed, concern lacing its way into her tone. The smilodon needed looking after, and she wasn't sure Carolina had the knowledge or the means to take care of him. He needed poppy seeds or thyme and probably coltsfoot for his breathing. He didn't need to be carted off by Carolina, even if that was probably what he wanted.
Washington exploded. Suiteheart's ears flew backward at the sudden onslaught of shouts and harsh-toned words. The rage and fury and confusion that rolled off of him struck a cord within her. She was prone to outbursts like that when tensions were high and her hours of sleep were low. When she was a child, it had been so bad that her parents stopped dealing with it. She had grown bitter and even angrier. And everything spiraled out of control. She inhaled slowly as those memories rose to the forefront of her mind. Worse yet, Griffin, the firestorm, was also at the front of her thoughts. That version of herself had never been able to control her emotions. She had ultimately killed everyone she loved in an accident with her powers. The memory caused a pang of sadness to rip through her heart.
"Washington," she began, voice calm, "take a second to-" She was cut off as he began again. Her eyes shifted to Bastilleprisoner as Washington referred to him as a hypocrite. She wondered if her Seraph would take the bait and lash out in return or if he'd simply face the situation with apathy in tow. Well, regardless of his actions, she was more concerned with Washington. His voice was hoarse from screaming, and his tone sounded hurt.
She remained silent, choosing to listen to Washington's words and then respond fully at the end. From the look and sound of it, he was running out of steam. Worry edged its way into her azure stare. The armored creature did not look well. His breathing was all over the place, and he was trembling. Instinctively, she took a step forward, but Carolina beat her to Washington's side. Suite steadied herself then, flicking an ear as Carolina spoke.
"God, everyone hold on for just a fucking second," she called. Everything had happened so quickly that her head was spinning. Wash's outburst had practically given her whiplash. She knew the poor guy was hurting - that much was obvious -, but she knew his screaming would not be taken lightly by Bast or Roy or even Genny. She let a frown traipse across her pink lips.
"You both might not think you're members of the Ascendants, but guess what? You are. I'm sorry if neither of you like it, but it's true. Whether you want to admit it or not, Washington, you're around. A lot. And I'm sure Carolina will be the same. The both of you help more than you realize too." The definition of a "member" was someone that belonged to a group, and as far as she was concerned, Washington and Carolina were their members. "If you guys didn't want to be here and actually didn't consider yourself members, you'd have left by now. There are plenty of unclaimed lands nearby that you could have moved to, but you didn't. You decided to stay. Why?"
She flicked her tail, motioning to Bastille. "And don't be too mad at him. You can't blame him for wanting to protect our home... even if he has an odd way of doing it," she added. Starrynight had left the whole of the Ascendants in Bastille's paws. She knew Bast'd be dammed if anything were to happen to it.
"Carolina, Washington needs to get checked out by Warringkingdoms or Radeken," the Ecliptic Admiral meowed, concern lacing its way into her tone. The smilodon needed looking after, and she wasn't sure Carolina had the knowledge or the means to take care of him. He needed poppy seeds or thyme and probably coltsfoot for his breathing. He didn't need to be carted off by Carolina, even if that was probably what he wanted.
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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