08-05-2018, 12:35 AM
SUITE
HEART
HEART
Suiteheart had been sleeping.
In rare moments, the white feline was so suddenly overcome with the need for sleep. She could go weeks (sometimes even months) without needing to rest, but each time, these episodes ended incredibly unexpectedly. Energy and intense hyperactivity and high emotions gave way to dull eyes, hollow feelings, and no motivation. It was odd, and she knew she ought to be used to it by now but she wasn't. Each time, it surprised her.
The gentle rise and fall of her chest signaled her slumber. Every few moments, her paw would twitch - she was dreaming. In her dreams, she was walking along the shore of a beach. The waters that rushed over her paws were clear and silky and wonderful. She was smiling. Things were good. And then, something shifted; the waves grew intense and they raged. The sea began pulling her in, dragging her into its depths. She fought it at first, but something told her this was how it was supposed to be. This was her fate. This is how it was always meant to be. Suiteheart let the sea take her. Before she was completely submerged, she awoke with a start.
Cold tendrils of the dream still wrapped around her. It was more or less symbolic of what had occurred with Margaery and her father, though Suiteheart would never be the wiser.
Tired blue eyes blinked once, twice, three times before something hit her like a ton of bricks. It felt as though there were a gaping hole at the core of her being. A gasp escaped her parted lips as she scrambled backwards from where she had slept. Why did she suddenly feel so empty?
The white feline reached forward with the bond, attempting to find Margaery for comfort, but there was only a void. It felt as though the path she had been standing on suddenly collapsed halfway, turning the road into a precipice. She was breathless and trembling as she realized her wife had once again severed the bond. In an absolute panic, she searched the shattered remnants of the bond in an attempt to figure out what the hell had happened, but everything was slipping out of her grasp like sand through her paws.
Memories of the event, of Nik kidnapping Margaery, evaporated before Suiteheart had the chance to cling to them. The deputy was left with no explanation. The only thing Margaery had given her was a burning, gaping wound in the form of a half-empty soul.
The only piece of information Suiteheart managed to find was the letter and its placement. With that as her only lead, she had no choice but to run to it. Faint hope ignited in her chest, but the flames were weak and pitiful. She tried to ignore the burning in the back of her throat and the threat of tears as she stumbled towards the note. She had to know the reasons for this broken promise.
Margaery had promised to not leave again. She had promised.
Suiteheart arrived, and when she saw the necklaces her wife wore laid out, she felt her heart stop. Margaery never went anywhere without her necklaces. The idea that her wife had gone somewhere twisted Suiteheart's inside into knots. 'Broken promises.' The white feline took shaky steps forward, fearing the worst. She grabbed the letter gingerly, as if she were worried it was going to explode.
Her lips moved slowly as she read the note, mimicking the words, but never saying them out loud because speaking them aloud meant they were real. She didn't want Margaery to have left... Her father needed her? What about Margaery's family and friends here? What about their children? What about her? Though her anger was quenched by an intense sadness, the fire kept reigniting as her mind continued to wander. She couldn't wrap her head around any of this.
"Wake up," she whispered to herself, voice not above a whisper. This was just a bad dream, right? It had to be. "Wake up." She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, nothing had changed. "Wake up..." she pleaded, hopelessly.
The letter in her grasp crumbled slightly as she moved her paws too quickly in jerky realization, but she didn't care that its edges were torn or that the ink was now slightly smeared. She didn't care. She didn't care. She didn't care. She wanted it to burn... Yet, there she sat, moving to hold the letter close to her chest; Suiteheart cradled the last words of her wife, and she didn't hold her breath for a return because the words had sucked all the air out of her lungs.
In rare moments, the white feline was so suddenly overcome with the need for sleep. She could go weeks (sometimes even months) without needing to rest, but each time, these episodes ended incredibly unexpectedly. Energy and intense hyperactivity and high emotions gave way to dull eyes, hollow feelings, and no motivation. It was odd, and she knew she ought to be used to it by now but she wasn't. Each time, it surprised her.
The gentle rise and fall of her chest signaled her slumber. Every few moments, her paw would twitch - she was dreaming. In her dreams, she was walking along the shore of a beach. The waters that rushed over her paws were clear and silky and wonderful. She was smiling. Things were good. And then, something shifted; the waves grew intense and they raged. The sea began pulling her in, dragging her into its depths. She fought it at first, but something told her this was how it was supposed to be. This was her fate. This is how it was always meant to be. Suiteheart let the sea take her. Before she was completely submerged, she awoke with a start.
Cold tendrils of the dream still wrapped around her. It was more or less symbolic of what had occurred with Margaery and her father, though Suiteheart would never be the wiser.
Tired blue eyes blinked once, twice, three times before something hit her like a ton of bricks. It felt as though there were a gaping hole at the core of her being. A gasp escaped her parted lips as she scrambled backwards from where she had slept. Why did she suddenly feel so empty?
The white feline reached forward with the bond, attempting to find Margaery for comfort, but there was only a void. It felt as though the path she had been standing on suddenly collapsed halfway, turning the road into a precipice. She was breathless and trembling as she realized her wife had once again severed the bond. In an absolute panic, she searched the shattered remnants of the bond in an attempt to figure out what the hell had happened, but everything was slipping out of her grasp like sand through her paws.
Memories of the event, of Nik kidnapping Margaery, evaporated before Suiteheart had the chance to cling to them. The deputy was left with no explanation. The only thing Margaery had given her was a burning, gaping wound in the form of a half-empty soul.
The only piece of information Suiteheart managed to find was the letter and its placement. With that as her only lead, she had no choice but to run to it. Faint hope ignited in her chest, but the flames were weak and pitiful. She tried to ignore the burning in the back of her throat and the threat of tears as she stumbled towards the note. She had to know the reasons for this broken promise.
Margaery had promised to not leave again. She had promised.
Suiteheart arrived, and when she saw the necklaces her wife wore laid out, she felt her heart stop. Margaery never went anywhere without her necklaces. The idea that her wife had gone somewhere twisted Suiteheart's inside into knots. 'Broken promises.' The white feline took shaky steps forward, fearing the worst. She grabbed the letter gingerly, as if she were worried it was going to explode.
Her lips moved slowly as she read the note, mimicking the words, but never saying them out loud because speaking them aloud meant they were real. She didn't want Margaery to have left... Her father needed her? What about Margaery's family and friends here? What about their children? What about her? Though her anger was quenched by an intense sadness, the fire kept reigniting as her mind continued to wander. She couldn't wrap her head around any of this.
"Wake up," she whispered to herself, voice not above a whisper. This was just a bad dream, right? It had to be. "Wake up." She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, nothing had changed. "Wake up..." she pleaded, hopelessly.
The letter in her grasp crumbled slightly as she moved her paws too quickly in jerky realization, but she didn't care that its edges were torn or that the ink was now slightly smeared. She didn't care. She didn't care. She didn't care. She wanted it to burn... Yet, there she sat, moving to hold the letter close to her chest; Suiteheart cradled the last words of her wife, and she didn't hold her breath for a return because the words had sucked all the air out of her lungs.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
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