04-15-2018, 07:31 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Her eyes had looked and searched for a long time, and then they became veiled.
Suiteheart had spent the better part of a year trying desperately to find her wife and their children. Her bones were weary. Her soul was weary. Night and day she had traveled. But nothing. There was no one. The word 'isolated' was not even close to describing the way she felt.
Exactly one month ago, she decided to give up her search. Suiteheart was no longer a believing, hopeful creature. She was a pessimist, and her life was really gone. She had given up her singing and her music. She had given up trying to keep up with her journal. She no longer carried an easy-going air about her.
Suiteheart was altered entirely. Exactly one month ago, she had taken up the persona of Hotelsuites. Similar, yes, but different. Perhaps she kept it like her real name in hopes of one day returning to a better reality.
When she joined The Ascendants, she had heard talk of someone named Margaret. The name stirred something inside of her, but she chose not to pursue the lead. That couldn't be her Margaery. No... She was gone, wasn't she?
The ivory feline deserted these thoughts and continued on her way. She wasn't sure where she was going, but her paws seemed to have minds of their own. And she trusted them.
Suiteheart then stopped suddenly. The spring breeze had presented her with something she had not smelled in a year: Margaery.
Was this... real?
It couldn't be. Don't be stupid, she told herself, but she was running. Her already sore muscles screamed. She shouldn't be exhausting the last of her pitiful strength. She should be resting. She needed to stop letting her mind trick her. She needed to stop running after phantoms. She -
And there Margaery stood. Not a sound could escape Suiteheart. It was like looking at a ghost. "Are... you real?" Her voice was weak, shaking. It was nothing like the confident tone she had once shown everything. It was hollow. And seeing her wife in front of her made her speaking ability falter even worse.
Suiteheart had spent the better part of a year trying desperately to find her wife and their children. Her bones were weary. Her soul was weary. Night and day she had traveled. But nothing. There was no one. The word 'isolated' was not even close to describing the way she felt.
Exactly one month ago, she decided to give up her search. Suiteheart was no longer a believing, hopeful creature. She was a pessimist, and her life was really gone. She had given up her singing and her music. She had given up trying to keep up with her journal. She no longer carried an easy-going air about her.
Suiteheart was altered entirely. Exactly one month ago, she had taken up the persona of Hotelsuites. Similar, yes, but different. Perhaps she kept it like her real name in hopes of one day returning to a better reality.
When she joined The Ascendants, she had heard talk of someone named Margaret. The name stirred something inside of her, but she chose not to pursue the lead. That couldn't be her Margaery. No... She was gone, wasn't she?
The ivory feline deserted these thoughts and continued on her way. She wasn't sure where she was going, but her paws seemed to have minds of their own. And she trusted them.
Suiteheart then stopped suddenly. The spring breeze had presented her with something she had not smelled in a year: Margaery.
Was this... real?
It couldn't be. Don't be stupid, she told herself, but she was running. Her already sore muscles screamed. She shouldn't be exhausting the last of her pitiful strength. She should be resting. She needed to stop letting her mind trick her. She needed to stop running after phantoms. She -
And there Margaery stood. Not a sound could escape Suiteheart. It was like looking at a ghost. "Are... you real?" Her voice was weak, shaking. It was nothing like the confident tone she had once shown everything. It was hollow. And seeing her wife in front of her made her speaking ability falter even worse.
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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