04-16-2018, 06:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 01:46 AM by Suiteheart.)
[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"]Stop apologizing? Not possible. As much as she wished she wasn’t constantly apologizing, it was in her nature. She was forever sorry for everything. It was something she hated, and she knew Margaery didn’t like it. She would try to be better, but it would be difficult. She wanted to apologize for apologizing.
“Don’t cry,” she breathed, voice trembling. As the tears fell, something cracked deeper inside her. Heartbreaking, yes, for her chest hurt to witness this. It took all her might not to break down again, but she had to be strong. She had to be strong for Margaery because she hadn’t been able to for the past year.
Suiteheart took a few more steps forward, fighting the urge to completely throw herself at her wife. She wanted to. She wanted to melt into the girl she loved most. But could she? Would Margaery accept her? Suite bit her lip, hating to think otherwise.
Surely Margaery felt no ill-will toward her. Surely she would accept comfort in the form of an embrace. Surely she would be okay with the smallest amount of contact.
Surely... But would Suiteheart?
After a year and some odd weeks without any physical contact (save for fighting and murder), she was not sure she was capable... She felt clumsy. Too new. She didn’t want to mess something up. And if she were honest, a simple hug terrified her because... because what if when she pulled away, Margaery was gone?
And so she stood. Every few moments, she would make a gentle move for her wife before slowly retreating. Suiteheart cursed herself. She was ridiculous, wasn’t she?
She waited, watching as Margy continued to fall apart. The sob that escaped from the stormy-eyed feline formed tears in her own eyes. She didn’t want to believe it, but she knew it to be true. Her children - they’re children were gone. The souls. Their biological son. Their adopted daughter. Her legs felt weak. Not again... Not again... Not again...
“No,” the former deputy murmured. “You could never let me down.” She tried to forced her tears away, but she was far from having the ability. “We... We both let them down. Not one of us... Both... of us.” The words burned her throat as she spoke them, but they were true. Margaery did not need to bear this hardship alone.
“The souls have ea-each other. They’re okay. They’ve always been... okay,” she said, hoping Margy would believe her. ”And our boy can hold his own. He’s sm-smart and brave. He’ll be okay too... And so will our little girl. We raised them as best we could. We t-taught them how to take care of themselves... We-”
’Tried,’ her mind finished when she was too overcome with emotion to go on.
“Don’t cry,” she breathed, voice trembling. As the tears fell, something cracked deeper inside her. Heartbreaking, yes, for her chest hurt to witness this. It took all her might not to break down again, but she had to be strong. She had to be strong for Margaery because she hadn’t been able to for the past year.
Suiteheart took a few more steps forward, fighting the urge to completely throw herself at her wife. She wanted to. She wanted to melt into the girl she loved most. But could she? Would Margaery accept her? Suite bit her lip, hating to think otherwise.
Surely Margaery felt no ill-will toward her. Surely she would accept comfort in the form of an embrace. Surely she would be okay with the smallest amount of contact.
Surely... But would Suiteheart?
After a year and some odd weeks without any physical contact (save for fighting and murder), she was not sure she was capable... She felt clumsy. Too new. She didn’t want to mess something up. And if she were honest, a simple hug terrified her because... because what if when she pulled away, Margaery was gone?
And so she stood. Every few moments, she would make a gentle move for her wife before slowly retreating. Suiteheart cursed herself. She was ridiculous, wasn’t she?
She waited, watching as Margy continued to fall apart. The sob that escaped from the stormy-eyed feline formed tears in her own eyes. She didn’t want to believe it, but she knew it to be true. Her children - they’re children were gone. The souls. Their biological son. Their adopted daughter. Her legs felt weak. Not again... Not again... Not again...
“No,” the former deputy murmured. “You could never let me down.” She tried to forced her tears away, but she was far from having the ability. “We... We both let them down. Not one of us... Both... of us.” The words burned her throat as she spoke them, but they were true. Margaery did not need to bear this hardship alone.
“The souls have ea-each other. They’re okay. They’ve always been... okay,” she said, hoping Margy would believe her. ”And our boy can hold his own. He’s sm-smart and brave. He’ll be okay too... And so will our little girl. We raised them as best we could. We t-taught them how to take care of themselves... We-”
’Tried,’ her mind finished when she was too overcome with emotion to go on.
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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