08-12-2018, 03:13 PM
SUITE
HEART
HEART
For about a week - which now felt like an eternity - hot, angry coals seemed to rest in her chest. They burned brightly, hungrily. They urged her to destroy herself and everything else around her. The loss of her wife and the bond meant Suiteheart was without an anchor and reason. She was impulsive. Dangerous. Quick-tempered. The necklace-like scar that roped around her throat felt like it was on fire, but nothing she did could quell the flames on her throat or in her heart.
More than once, she had almost blown up. The only things stopping her were the undeniable exhaustion and sadness that tugged so heavily on her bones and soul... and Margaery's subtle appearances whenever she felt it necessary. Suiteheart wasn't sure what made her more upset: the fact that Margaery had severed the bond or the fact that whenever she ignited it (if only for seconds at a time), Margy still had control over her. A puppet - that's what she felt like.
The third day had caused her baby blue eyes to morph into that hauntingly beautiful shade of amber. She was hungry and enraged, and just to spite Margaery, she wasn't feeding properly. To add, she had too much to worry about. She had to get inside to save her friends and family. She also had to take care of those on the outside. She felt isolated in this. Even with all the help she was getting, the white feline felt so alone.
The severed bond made her disgustingly hollow. It was like she had been cut in half; she felt incomplete.
She hated it.
Suiteheart had taken a moment to herself, drawn to the ocean by its promise of respite. The endless crash of the waves lulled her into something akin to solace, but before she could fully accept it, a spark burned to life in her mind, body, and soul. The bond. Everything came crashing down at once in the most intense avalanche she had felt since the emergence of her past lives. Amber eyes were practically glowing as she sat, unmoving. The white feline was swallowed up in the torrent, and without realizing it, her water elemental powers activated.
A massive wall of water rose and rose and rose into the sky as she heard Margaery's Latin pet-name. The tidal wave of emotions inside of her manifested into the outside world, and in that moment, she was prepared to sink every inch of the territory until it was washed away. "I'm sorry," Margaery claimed. No. No. She wasn't sorry. The water crashed back into its place in a mighty fashion. The ocean sprayed everything around Suiteheart, drenching the beach front.
As Suiteheart rose from her seated position, the wet sand underneath paw fizzled and burn, the water evaporating at an intense rate. Each pawstep caused a sizzle-like sound to emerge, and as she moved onward, a path of dry steps could be seen.
It took her only a few moments to reach Margaery at the border, and all she could do was stare. A thousand different emotions rolled over her features. Confusion, sadness, and fury were repeat offenders, but the look that finally cemented itself upon her face was that of betrayal. "Nice of you to show back up finally. Nik decide he was bored?" the Admiral hissed in question through gritted teeth. "How've you been?" The tone of her voice was evident that she didn't much care for the answer.
The grass underneath her paws shriveled up and died as her powers leeched the water away only to evaporate it. It continued on until she was standing in a small circle of dead grass, and then, the ring slowly began to spread out further. She was raging inside, but kept outwardly calm by the presence of Margaery. Staring into those storm-gray eyes was the only thing keeping her rooted into place.
More than once, she had almost blown up. The only things stopping her were the undeniable exhaustion and sadness that tugged so heavily on her bones and soul... and Margaery's subtle appearances whenever she felt it necessary. Suiteheart wasn't sure what made her more upset: the fact that Margaery had severed the bond or the fact that whenever she ignited it (if only for seconds at a time), Margy still had control over her. A puppet - that's what she felt like.
The third day had caused her baby blue eyes to morph into that hauntingly beautiful shade of amber. She was hungry and enraged, and just to spite Margaery, she wasn't feeding properly. To add, she had too much to worry about. She had to get inside to save her friends and family. She also had to take care of those on the outside. She felt isolated in this. Even with all the help she was getting, the white feline felt so alone.
The severed bond made her disgustingly hollow. It was like she had been cut in half; she felt incomplete.
She hated it.
Suiteheart had taken a moment to herself, drawn to the ocean by its promise of respite. The endless crash of the waves lulled her into something akin to solace, but before she could fully accept it, a spark burned to life in her mind, body, and soul. The bond. Everything came crashing down at once in the most intense avalanche she had felt since the emergence of her past lives. Amber eyes were practically glowing as she sat, unmoving. The white feline was swallowed up in the torrent, and without realizing it, her water elemental powers activated.
A massive wall of water rose and rose and rose into the sky as she heard Margaery's Latin pet-name. The tidal wave of emotions inside of her manifested into the outside world, and in that moment, she was prepared to sink every inch of the territory until it was washed away. "I'm sorry," Margaery claimed. No. No. She wasn't sorry. The water crashed back into its place in a mighty fashion. The ocean sprayed everything around Suiteheart, drenching the beach front.
As Suiteheart rose from her seated position, the wet sand underneath paw fizzled and burn, the water evaporating at an intense rate. Each pawstep caused a sizzle-like sound to emerge, and as she moved onward, a path of dry steps could be seen.
It took her only a few moments to reach Margaery at the border, and all she could do was stare. A thousand different emotions rolled over her features. Confusion, sadness, and fury were repeat offenders, but the look that finally cemented itself upon her face was that of betrayal. "Nice of you to show back up finally. Nik decide he was bored?" the Admiral hissed in question through gritted teeth. "How've you been?" The tone of her voice was evident that she didn't much care for the answer.
The grass underneath her paws shriveled up and died as her powers leeched the water away only to evaporate it. It continued on until she was standing in a small circle of dead grass, and then, the ring slowly began to spread out further. She was raging inside, but kept outwardly calm by the presence of Margaery. Staring into those storm-gray eyes was the only thing keeping her rooted into place.
[b]suiteheart folie-mikaelson . ecliptic admiral . the ascendants . tags
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
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