07-09-2018, 11:06 PM
SUITE
HEART
HEART
Cold exhaustion.
That was what she first experienced. As death took hold of her form, the harsh sunlight of summer could not warm her. She had been freezing. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep. She wanted to sleep the hurt away. It was easy, wasn't it? Despite the pleading voices around her, it was easy. Maybe it was selfish, but Suiteheart had been so... tired. She hated it, but she accepted it. Everyone would forgive her, right? They had to, didn't they? She knew she would never get the chance to truly apologize for it.
Every individual that shared her soul told her it would be one hundred years before they could even dream of walking the earth again. That hurt Suiteheart even in death... even in death.
She didn't want to think about her loved ones growing older without her. She didn't want to think about missing milestones for her children. She didn't want to think about no longer seeing the moon with Cooper. She didn't want to think about not being able to teach Hazel to play the ukulele or to heal. She didn't want to think about not going back and forth with Roy in laughter. She didn't want to think about no longer singing with Warringkingdoms. She didn't want to think about all the new friends she had made - the ones that had joined just weeks and days ago. She didn't want to think about leaving without apologizing to Bastille or leaving him to deal with everything on his own. And God, she didn't want to think about leaving Margaery for the next 100 years to suffer alone.
Suite knew she'd think about it all. As her soul remained in limbo for the next century, that would be all she would think about. She would be the cause of so much pain. That killed her soul more than it was already destroying itself.
Yes, she could feel her soul ripping apart. The force of ten different beings sharing a single soul was too great. Each of them was fighting for room, for information, for control. And now, as their soul slowly, slowly, slowly began to develop another, everything was falling apart quicker. It was agony. Suite might have thought she would escape pain in death, but she was wrong. The pain of her soul tearing itself apart was excruciating.
And then, the suffering stopped.
A feeling of cool warmth - like sitting in early morning sunlight or watching the moon - wrapped around her. A great silver light enveloped her, and all she could feel was a strange, ancient peace. Out of nothing, a ghostly black panther materialized. She dipped her head and called herself Selene. She explained that she had taken Suiteheart's soul out of limbo, but only because of Margaery. Noting the confusion Suite exhibited, Selene explained Margaery's blood had transformed her into a vampire.
"Wh-... what?"
"Maarit has sired you, Suiteheart Folie. As you lay dying, she transformed you into a creature of the night. This is your chance to return to those you love, but it is at a price," Selene rumbled. "You will experience bloodlust like your wife often does and like your children do. You will be expected to act on them; I am only going to save your soul once, Suiteheart. When you return home, you must feed. If you do not, I cannot keep you alive."
"This is all - Selene, this is too much... I -" She hesitated. She was, truthfully, not worried about the vampire part; she had enough experience with Margaery to know she would be okay. However, returning to the world of living meant she would be reborn again... While Selene may have sped up the processes of rebirth, surely she could not take away the curse. Suite was doomed to live a different life, without memories of her past (until something or someone came along and unlocked everything).
Selene smiled. "Do not be worried about being reborn into someone else. Maarit siring you, my acceptance of you - it broke the cursed cycle. I will also repair your soul, Suiteheart. You will all be whole again. Consider it a parting gift along with your immortality."
"Send me home, Selene."
The decision was easy: if she could return to her family and friends again as herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. The prospect of being a vampire would take some getting used to, but she refused to leave her loved ones. She needed them. They needed her. She would learn to deal with her vampirism if it meant she got to see those she cared for one last time.
"Very well, Suiteheart. Send my best to Maarit."
Two days after her death, Suiteheart returned. One hundred years had not passed. The territory around her looked the exact same. She remembered everything. Selene had kept her promise. Suiteheart would keep hers too.
The Ecliptic Admiral pushed herself up off the ground, a paw rising to touch her throat. She could still feel the phantom claws of Nik slicing through her, but she was not longer scared of it, of him. He was a far off memory now. However, Selene had left her with an ever-present reminder of her death: this new body carried the necklace-like scar.
Shakily, she rose from her spot, headed towards a nearby stream to catch a glimpse at her reflection. Everything was the same. She still had fur of ivory and baby blue eyes. She was still short too, and she laughed at that in spite of herself. The only things she was missing were her earrings, her actual necklaces, and her bracelet from Hazel. Those would be easy to get back, she thought, as she turned on heel and ran for the Observatory.
"I'm home," she called weakly, voice rough from disuse in this new form, "I'm home."
As she picked her way towards the large building, she searched the bond she shared with Margaery. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt nothing on her wife's end, but she remained calm. Perhaps Margaery had shut it off like Suite had when Margy had succumbed to death... Yeah, that had to be it, didn't it? Trying her best to ignore all the horrific doubts in her mind, she didn't stop running until she burst through the doors of the Observatory.
"I'm home."
That was what she first experienced. As death took hold of her form, the harsh sunlight of summer could not warm her. She had been freezing. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep. She wanted to sleep the hurt away. It was easy, wasn't it? Despite the pleading voices around her, it was easy. Maybe it was selfish, but Suiteheart had been so... tired. She hated it, but she accepted it. Everyone would forgive her, right? They had to, didn't they? She knew she would never get the chance to truly apologize for it.
Every individual that shared her soul told her it would be one hundred years before they could even dream of walking the earth again. That hurt Suiteheart even in death... even in death.
She didn't want to think about her loved ones growing older without her. She didn't want to think about missing milestones for her children. She didn't want to think about no longer seeing the moon with Cooper. She didn't want to think about not being able to teach Hazel to play the ukulele or to heal. She didn't want to think about not going back and forth with Roy in laughter. She didn't want to think about no longer singing with Warringkingdoms. She didn't want to think about all the new friends she had made - the ones that had joined just weeks and days ago. She didn't want to think about leaving without apologizing to Bastille or leaving him to deal with everything on his own. And God, she didn't want to think about leaving Margaery for the next 100 years to suffer alone.
Suite knew she'd think about it all. As her soul remained in limbo for the next century, that would be all she would think about. She would be the cause of so much pain. That killed her soul more than it was already destroying itself.
Yes, she could feel her soul ripping apart. The force of ten different beings sharing a single soul was too great. Each of them was fighting for room, for information, for control. And now, as their soul slowly, slowly, slowly began to develop another, everything was falling apart quicker. It was agony. Suite might have thought she would escape pain in death, but she was wrong. The pain of her soul tearing itself apart was excruciating.
And then, the suffering stopped.
A feeling of cool warmth - like sitting in early morning sunlight or watching the moon - wrapped around her. A great silver light enveloped her, and all she could feel was a strange, ancient peace. Out of nothing, a ghostly black panther materialized. She dipped her head and called herself Selene. She explained that she had taken Suiteheart's soul out of limbo, but only because of Margaery. Noting the confusion Suite exhibited, Selene explained Margaery's blood had transformed her into a vampire.
"Wh-... what?"
"Maarit has sired you, Suiteheart Folie. As you lay dying, she transformed you into a creature of the night. This is your chance to return to those you love, but it is at a price," Selene rumbled. "You will experience bloodlust like your wife often does and like your children do. You will be expected to act on them; I am only going to save your soul once, Suiteheart. When you return home, you must feed. If you do not, I cannot keep you alive."
"This is all - Selene, this is too much... I -" She hesitated. She was, truthfully, not worried about the vampire part; she had enough experience with Margaery to know she would be okay. However, returning to the world of living meant she would be reborn again... While Selene may have sped up the processes of rebirth, surely she could not take away the curse. Suite was doomed to live a different life, without memories of her past (until something or someone came along and unlocked everything).
Selene smiled. "Do not be worried about being reborn into someone else. Maarit siring you, my acceptance of you - it broke the cursed cycle. I will also repair your soul, Suiteheart. You will all be whole again. Consider it a parting gift along with your immortality."
"Send me home, Selene."
The decision was easy: if she could return to her family and friends again as herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. The prospect of being a vampire would take some getting used to, but she refused to leave her loved ones. She needed them. They needed her. She would learn to deal with her vampirism if it meant she got to see those she cared for one last time.
"Very well, Suiteheart. Send my best to Maarit."
---
Two days after her death, Suiteheart returned. One hundred years had not passed. The territory around her looked the exact same. She remembered everything. Selene had kept her promise. Suiteheart would keep hers too.
The Ecliptic Admiral pushed herself up off the ground, a paw rising to touch her throat. She could still feel the phantom claws of Nik slicing through her, but she was not longer scared of it, of him. He was a far off memory now. However, Selene had left her with an ever-present reminder of her death: this new body carried the necklace-like scar.
Shakily, she rose from her spot, headed towards a nearby stream to catch a glimpse at her reflection. Everything was the same. She still had fur of ivory and baby blue eyes. She was still short too, and she laughed at that in spite of herself. The only things she was missing were her earrings, her actual necklaces, and her bracelet from Hazel. Those would be easy to get back, she thought, as she turned on heel and ran for the Observatory.
"I'm home," she called weakly, voice rough from disuse in this new form, "I'm home."
As she picked her way towards the large building, she searched the bond she shared with Margaery. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt nothing on her wife's end, but she remained calm. Perhaps Margaery had shut it off like Suite had when Margy had succumbed to death... Yeah, that had to be it, didn't it? Trying her best to ignore all the horrific doubts in her mind, she didn't stop running until she burst through the doors of the Observatory.
"I'm home."
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