STARRY NIGHT (p, Suite)

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Suiteheart had always surrounded herself with others. She was not bred to be a lone individual. No, by design, she was a social creature. Even when she ventured away from the safety of her home, her parents, her siblings, she found protection in the arms of others. She had believed it was that at the time anyway. Had she been left to her own devices, she knew she would have been vastly different: bolder, more foolish, sharper, more dangerous. While she wasn't anything close to perfect or even close to being truly happy with herself, she knew she could be worse. Though content might not be the best word, it was pretty damn close to how she felt with who she was. But that confidence was only in fleeting moments.

Thea's smile was a good one - the type that showed in one's eyes whenever it was true. However, as quickly as it surfaced, it collapsed. A concerned look bled into Suiteheart's features as she listened to Thea's answer. Her last words were perhaps the saddest of all. The white feline was quiet for a few heartbeats. "'m sorry, Thea," she finally said. "It's good to be strong in this world, but you don't always have to be, you know? And strength isn't just a physical thing; it can be a mental thing too. Some of the best strength we have is here-" she gently tapped her own chest, where her heart resided, "Sorry, that was kinda cheesy... I hope she was proud of you for other things too. I'm proud of you for a lot of things, kiddo." There was another beat in between her thoughts. "I'm sorry your mom's not around anymore. It's hard to be strong forever, and as much as it hurts, we can't stop fate... I wish she would've sang for you too." Her voice was soft.

The question tossed her way caused her to purse her lips. Her mother? Aside from tiny flashes of memory, she had not thought much about her own mother. It was a part of her life that hurt to remember. "She was... soft. Tender. Delicate. But Thea, she was strong, too, and brave and smart... She had a big heart." A bittersweet smile pressed itself against her lips. "'Chérie, calme-toi, s'il te plait,' she used to say, 'honey, take it easy, please.' The French rolled easily offer her tongue. "She taught me French. And my mom used to sing too - French lullabies."

She inhaled softly. "I want to be like her. Gentle and tough when I need to be... She would've really gotten a kick out of you, Thea."

Baby blues returned to look at the moon, and a gentle song floated to her. She was surprised she remembered it. "'Au clair de la lune: 'mon ami, Pierrot, prête-moi ta plume, pour écrire un mot,''" Suiteheart spoke, voice taking on a slight sing-song quality.

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