08-26-2018, 11:23 PM
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SUITEHEART
THE ASCENDANTS
SEARCHING FOR PEACE
[/td][td]The matters of life and death were so skewed in Suiteheart's mind. She was the woman who had lived countless lives, totaling one thousand years. Margaery had stood at her side all those times, all those years, through hardship and good times. Margaery, her sweet, amazing Margaery, had stood with Suite each time.
Oh, gods above, how this time would be different.
The former Admiral's face was cool, calm, yet emotions danced just underneath the porcelain surface. Despite feeling - no, knowing, that this her true time (her last time), something terrified her. So many individuals were keeping her rooted. She had Hazel and Bastille. Cooper, Roy, and Warringkingdoms. She had her many children. She had countless friends. Their visages flashed forward, in her mind's eye. For a moment, she held her breath, too scared to take another. This decision was final. After this, there was no going back.
More than anything in the world, she was frightened of what this would do to Bast. What she and her wife were asking of the boy was momentous. He would perhaps carry the weight of this decision with him for the remainder of his life. Baby blue eyes clouded momentarily, but the gentle touch of Margaery brought her out of her worried head space.
Her gaze shifted from the photographs that lined the walls of their room to the album Margaery was flipping through. Pangs of intense emotion filtered through her system. Everything was finally closing in and becoming a reality. Suiteheart had always been an undying light in the sense of her soul, but now? Now, her inner torch was flickering, and something about that jarred her. The white feline released the breath she had been holding and allowed her wife's emotions to overtake her own.
"Mom— Maman—"
Cerulean eyes lifted immediately, landing on Bastille's familiar form. Tears pricked her eyes. Mother. He had called her mother. Everything inside of her felt as though it were ripping apart, and it took every ounce of her strength to hold herself together. A single tear slowly rolled down her cheek as a smile waltzed across her lips. "Mon fils. Mon petit cœur." My son. My little heart. Her voice broke as she spoke.
The ivory feline was quiet as Margaery began to speak. Her wife got straight to the point, but Suite could feel Margaery's desire to hold these last few moments out as long as they were all able. She felt Margaery gently press into her side again, and Suite took a shuddered breath.
"Merci, Bast. Merci. Si tu savais combien je t'aime..." Suiteheart added, voice faltering towards the end. She hated goodbyes, and this was a massive one. Though she had only known him for a relatively short time, she had come to love him as a son. Bastille was part of their little family, and she loved him so deeply and so widely that it hurt her. "Je suis tellement désolé. J'aurais pu faire mieux."
She inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled from parted lips. The older feline tried to steady herself. She needed to be strong for him. She smiled warmly at him, at her son. "Vous me rendez fier." She closed her eyes slowly and then opened them again. "You've always made me proud of you. You're so good, Bast. Please don't ever forget that."
[/td][/tr][/table]Oh, gods above, how this time would be different.
The former Admiral's face was cool, calm, yet emotions danced just underneath the porcelain surface. Despite feeling - no, knowing, that this her true time (her last time), something terrified her. So many individuals were keeping her rooted. She had Hazel and Bastille. Cooper, Roy, and Warringkingdoms. She had her many children. She had countless friends. Their visages flashed forward, in her mind's eye. For a moment, she held her breath, too scared to take another. This decision was final. After this, there was no going back.
More than anything in the world, she was frightened of what this would do to Bast. What she and her wife were asking of the boy was momentous. He would perhaps carry the weight of this decision with him for the remainder of his life. Baby blue eyes clouded momentarily, but the gentle touch of Margaery brought her out of her worried head space.
Her gaze shifted from the photographs that lined the walls of their room to the album Margaery was flipping through. Pangs of intense emotion filtered through her system. Everything was finally closing in and becoming a reality. Suiteheart had always been an undying light in the sense of her soul, but now? Now, her inner torch was flickering, and something about that jarred her. The white feline released the breath she had been holding and allowed her wife's emotions to overtake her own.
"Mom— Maman—"
Cerulean eyes lifted immediately, landing on Bastille's familiar form. Tears pricked her eyes. Mother. He had called her mother. Everything inside of her felt as though it were ripping apart, and it took every ounce of her strength to hold herself together. A single tear slowly rolled down her cheek as a smile waltzed across her lips. "Mon fils. Mon petit cœur." My son. My little heart. Her voice broke as she spoke.
The ivory feline was quiet as Margaery began to speak. Her wife got straight to the point, but Suite could feel Margaery's desire to hold these last few moments out as long as they were all able. She felt Margaery gently press into her side again, and Suite took a shuddered breath.
"Merci, Bast. Merci. Si tu savais combien je t'aime..." Suiteheart added, voice faltering towards the end. She hated goodbyes, and this was a massive one. Though she had only known him for a relatively short time, she had come to love him as a son. Bastille was part of their little family, and she loved him so deeply and so widely that it hurt her. "Je suis tellement désolé. J'aurais pu faire mieux."
She inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled from parted lips. The older feline tried to steady herself. She needed to be strong for him. She smiled warmly at him, at her son. "Vous me rendez fier." She closed her eyes slowly and then opened them again. "You've always made me proud of you. You're so good, Bast. Please don't ever forget that."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE