07-23-2018, 10:52 PM
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Shaking hands moved gently across a sheet of paper, the pen in Shay's hand crafting messy writing. Her head was pounding, and she could barely concentrate on the song she was planning out. Her face was contorted in pain, in anger, in exhaustion, as she lifted her trembling hand. Why was she shaking so badly? Why couldn't she stop? Her emotions had been bottled up for so long she felt as though she were about to burst.
Her mind began to wander, and as thoughts poured in, her hands continued to tremble. All incidents as of late were weighing down on her. Her fight with Bastille was still a fresh cut, and every shitty look he gave her was like rubbing salt into the wound. Cooper's sickness was incredibly worrying as well; each day, he seemed to look weaker and weaker. Besides that, tensions with her wife had been high, and they had argued not too long ago. On top of all of that, her death and return still tugged on her being - a new type of weariness weighed her down now.
She couldn't catch a break, but then again, maybe she didn't deserve one. She had been the cause of so much suffering lately. Did she deserve anything good? Did she deserve the time to heal and have peace? Shay wasn't so sure. She shut her eyes and bit her lip, forcing out any type of sadness or frustration or anger that attempted to enter her heart, her mind. The blonde woman was frayed at the ends, and it was perhaps only a matter of time before she exploded. Her only solace was the fact that Erlend was managing to keep her emotions somewhat together.
Shay. I need you. Gardens, now, love.
All at once, her shuddering ceased. She blinked, blue eyes turning into that deadly shade of burning amber. She wasn't angry or hungry, but something about Margaery's command brought out her vampiristic side. She refused to question her wife's wishes. Instead, she moved from her desk in silence, previous task completely forgotten in favor of Margaery's want.
It had taken mere moments to reach the gardens, and there, Shay found her lover sat in the fetal position. A deep concern marked her features as she moved to sit down beside Margaery. "You... wanted to see me?" the Admiral murmured in question, the amber in her eyes dripping away to reveal bright azure.
She didn't even realize she had began to hold her breath as she waited for Margaery to speak.
Her mind began to wander, and as thoughts poured in, her hands continued to tremble. All incidents as of late were weighing down on her. Her fight with Bastille was still a fresh cut, and every shitty look he gave her was like rubbing salt into the wound. Cooper's sickness was incredibly worrying as well; each day, he seemed to look weaker and weaker. Besides that, tensions with her wife had been high, and they had argued not too long ago. On top of all of that, her death and return still tugged on her being - a new type of weariness weighed her down now.
She couldn't catch a break, but then again, maybe she didn't deserve one. She had been the cause of so much suffering lately. Did she deserve anything good? Did she deserve the time to heal and have peace? Shay wasn't so sure. She shut her eyes and bit her lip, forcing out any type of sadness or frustration or anger that attempted to enter her heart, her mind. The blonde woman was frayed at the ends, and it was perhaps only a matter of time before she exploded. Her only solace was the fact that Erlend was managing to keep her emotions somewhat together.
Shay. I need you. Gardens, now, love.
All at once, her shuddering ceased. She blinked, blue eyes turning into that deadly shade of burning amber. She wasn't angry or hungry, but something about Margaery's command brought out her vampiristic side. She refused to question her wife's wishes. Instead, she moved from her desk in silence, previous task completely forgotten in favor of Margaery's want.
It had taken mere moments to reach the gardens, and there, Shay found her lover sat in the fetal position. A deep concern marked her features as she moved to sit down beside Margaery. "You... wanted to see me?" the Admiral murmured in question, the amber in her eyes dripping away to reveal bright azure.
She didn't even realize she had began to hold her breath as she waited for Margaery to speak.
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