WORDS I DON'T BELIEVE IN — JOINING

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Death was cold and harsh and unforgiving. Suiteheart, by technical definition, had died eleven times. Her past lives - the individuals entangled in her soul - had perished at the hand of her wife's father. It was fitting that the last time she died, (before she was given immortality in the form of vampirism) she was also killed by Niklaus. Selene, who had restored her soul and given her ever lasting life via her wife's request, also left her with a terrible reminder of her final death: a wicked scar running across her throat like a necklace. Though death could not touch her now, she was still rattled by it. Immortality was an afterthought; she would always be cautious.

The dull pang of hunger rested in her stomach. She hadn't fed today, and it was worse than Margaery could have ever described. Feeling it through the bond was bad enough, but actually experiencing it was world's worse. That being said, it was no surprise the white feline was hunting. It hadn't taken her long to stumble upon the direwolf - and admittedly, she was displeased it wouldn't be her next meal.

Drawing forth at its call, the Ecliptic Admiral donned a lopsided grin. "Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson," she greeted. "But you can call me Suite. Nice to meet you, Bubonicplague, and welcome to the Ascendants." The had had an influx of members the last few days, which was more than amazing. She was thankful. "Need a tour?"

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