07-21-2018, 01:34 AM
SUITE
HEART
HEART
Smoke. The clouds of it were dark and dangerous, and it choked anyone that came close. The scent of it leaked into Suiteheart's room, and her heart was immediately seized with fear. The white feline picked her way quickly to her door before throwing it open. The smoke met her at once, and she could hear the fire raging, raging, raging not too far away from her.
Screaming filled her ears.
She was frozen as her mind was taken back to her home before this. The floating islands they lived on were collapsing. There was mass hysteria. Everything was coming apart at the seams. Her mind's eye rolled out the incident as easily as if it had happened yesterday. Loved ones were falling, being pulled down with the islands. She herded everyone she could to the staircase, but the damage was already done. Lives had been lost. Their home was destroyed.
She remembered reaching out for someone. They were clutching onto the edge of an island as everything crumbled around them. Suiteheart remembered each tear that rolled down their face. She could still see the absolute fear in their eyes and could still hear the terror in their voice. She had reached for them. White paws had moved too slow; the edge fell away, and so went the individual. After that, Suite watched as families and friends were swallowed up in the destruction. She could still hear their screams.
As these visions played out in her head, Griffin had slipped into a pseudo control. The former life of Suite's was projecting the end of her life for Suiteheart to view once more. Quite often, Griffin was silent, but now was different. This catastrophe was too similar to what had ended Griffin's life. The firestorm, the poor misunderstood girl, had caused the destruction of her village, her friends, her family. In an unfortunate power malfunction, Griffin had set her home ablaze, killing everything she had ever known. Griffin could still hear the screams too. And though she was dead, she claimed to still feel the flames lapping at her body.
The white feline shook her head as a headache assaulted her. Her vision was blurry as her eyes tried to come to terms with what she was seeing. Suiteheart's eyes could see the Observatory walls, but due to Griffin's rise, she was seeing another time and place. Two separate instances were overlapping. 'My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault,' Griffin's voice shouted in her mind. 'We have to save them, S... We have to save them, S. Please. Can't you hear them?'
"Diya? Cerasus? Margaery?" Suiteheart called in a voice different from her own. Her eyes were wild with panic as she finally moved from the threshold of her room. Her movements were unsteady as two individuals were fighting for control of the vessel. "Where are you?" She was coughing now. Phantom images passed through her gaze, and she kept moving after them when there was nothing there. "Cooper?" He must still be in his room. He was probably too sick to escape.
A flurry of different names left her lips, almost to the point where she was calling off every member of the Ascendants. She could faintly scent Bastille, Ada, and Rinny through the tang of the smoke. She could see Aaliyah, Roy, and Atreus. She watched as Lessa tried to move Shininglight. She watched as Versailles moved Sombra. But Suiteheart moved deeper into the smoke, determined to find her family and friends and rescue them.
Griffin. Suiteheart. They had to save their people at least once.
Screaming filled her ears.
She was frozen as her mind was taken back to her home before this. The floating islands they lived on were collapsing. There was mass hysteria. Everything was coming apart at the seams. Her mind's eye rolled out the incident as easily as if it had happened yesterday. Loved ones were falling, being pulled down with the islands. She herded everyone she could to the staircase, but the damage was already done. Lives had been lost. Their home was destroyed.
She remembered reaching out for someone. They were clutching onto the edge of an island as everything crumbled around them. Suiteheart remembered each tear that rolled down their face. She could still see the absolute fear in their eyes and could still hear the terror in their voice. She had reached for them. White paws had moved too slow; the edge fell away, and so went the individual. After that, Suite watched as families and friends were swallowed up in the destruction. She could still hear their screams.
As these visions played out in her head, Griffin had slipped into a pseudo control. The former life of Suite's was projecting the end of her life for Suiteheart to view once more. Quite often, Griffin was silent, but now was different. This catastrophe was too similar to what had ended Griffin's life. The firestorm, the poor misunderstood girl, had caused the destruction of her village, her friends, her family. In an unfortunate power malfunction, Griffin had set her home ablaze, killing everything she had ever known. Griffin could still hear the screams too. And though she was dead, she claimed to still feel the flames lapping at her body.
The white feline shook her head as a headache assaulted her. Her vision was blurry as her eyes tried to come to terms with what she was seeing. Suiteheart's eyes could see the Observatory walls, but due to Griffin's rise, she was seeing another time and place. Two separate instances were overlapping. 'My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault,' Griffin's voice shouted in her mind. 'We have to save them, S... We have to save them, S. Please. Can't you hear them?'
"Diya? Cerasus? Margaery?" Suiteheart called in a voice different from her own. Her eyes were wild with panic as she finally moved from the threshold of her room. Her movements were unsteady as two individuals were fighting for control of the vessel. "Where are you?" She was coughing now. Phantom images passed through her gaze, and she kept moving after them when there was nothing there. "Cooper?" He must still be in his room. He was probably too sick to escape.
A flurry of different names left her lips, almost to the point where she was calling off every member of the Ascendants. She could faintly scent Bastille, Ada, and Rinny through the tang of the smoke. She could see Aaliyah, Roy, and Atreus. She watched as Lessa tried to move Shininglight. She watched as Versailles moved Sombra. But Suiteheart moved deeper into the smoke, determined to find her family and friends and rescue them.
Griffin. Suiteheart. They had to save their people at least once.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
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