04-16-2018, 11:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 01:44 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"]The distance Margaery put between them felt endless. It seemed like a gap far too wide and deep to ever think about venturing towards. It hurt her. It hurt her badly. Suiteheart knew she needed to reach out now or this distance would forever be stretched too far.
The heart wrenching sob from Margaery ripped her from this thought. The sound found its way into Suiteheart's very soul, and it made her feel helpless and powerless. Before her sat the strongest woman she had ever known, and to see her reduced to a tearful heap crushed Suite. This was not how things should be. None of this was how things should be.
Again, the thought popped to the surface of her mind: Where was their soft epilogue?
They deserved it, dammit. They worked and sacrificed and lost everything. Where was the end? Where was the gentle fall? Where the hell were they supposed to catch their breaths? Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere.
Suiteheart slowly padded forward, closing the space between. She had to erase the divide before it became too strong. She had to. If she did nothing else with her life, she needed to create some sense of normalcy between she and her love.
Gently, she pulled Margaery into a soft embrace. The movement was odd, uncertain. She did not want to overstep boundaries, but she could not leave Margy to stand in her own sadness. The former rose queen needed something to hold on to, and Suite would be that something. She would be there, even if Margaery didn't want her or need her. She would always be there. Always.
Always.
"Me too," she agreed, crying now as well, but trying desperately to keep it somewhat together for Margaery. She wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in the house she and Margaery picked out. She wanted to walk through her old home, to feel the chill in the air. She wanted to waltz through Margaery's flower gardens as the sun was beginning to rise, and she wanted to laugh with her wife in the early morning hours when everything felt possible. She wanted to see the souls arguing, growing up, and teaching one another to be more assertive, more level-headed, more down to earth. She wanted to pierce their ear again or to give them a necklace or charm bracelet. She wanted to hear them call her 'Mom.' She wanted...
"I want to go back to everything, but... We can't. It's gone, Margy. It's all gone. And it fucking sucks." She shook her head. She was only stating the obvious, and she wasn't offering anything of actual value. "I don't want to be someone new. I don't want you to be someone new. I don't want us to be something new." She drew in a breath. [color=#73B1B7][b]"I'm gonna try to be... me. As much as it's gonna suck, I'm going to try, but not for them - The Ascendants. I'm going to try for me. For you. I don't want to forget who I was. I think you should try too... We've lost too much already. We can't afford to misplace ourselves. Not again."
The heart wrenching sob from Margaery ripped her from this thought. The sound found its way into Suiteheart's very soul, and it made her feel helpless and powerless. Before her sat the strongest woman she had ever known, and to see her reduced to a tearful heap crushed Suite. This was not how things should be. None of this was how things should be.
Again, the thought popped to the surface of her mind: Where was their soft epilogue?
They deserved it, dammit. They worked and sacrificed and lost everything. Where was the end? Where was the gentle fall? Where the hell were they supposed to catch their breaths? Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere.
Suiteheart slowly padded forward, closing the space between. She had to erase the divide before it became too strong. She had to. If she did nothing else with her life, she needed to create some sense of normalcy between she and her love.
Gently, she pulled Margaery into a soft embrace. The movement was odd, uncertain. She did not want to overstep boundaries, but she could not leave Margy to stand in her own sadness. The former rose queen needed something to hold on to, and Suite would be that something. She would be there, even if Margaery didn't want her or need her. She would always be there. Always.
Always.
"Me too," she agreed, crying now as well, but trying desperately to keep it somewhat together for Margaery. She wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in the house she and Margaery picked out. She wanted to walk through her old home, to feel the chill in the air. She wanted to waltz through Margaery's flower gardens as the sun was beginning to rise, and she wanted to laugh with her wife in the early morning hours when everything felt possible. She wanted to see the souls arguing, growing up, and teaching one another to be more assertive, more level-headed, more down to earth. She wanted to pierce their ear again or to give them a necklace or charm bracelet. She wanted to hear them call her 'Mom.' She wanted...
"I want to go back to everything, but... We can't. It's gone, Margy. It's all gone. And it fucking sucks." She shook her head. She was only stating the obvious, and she wasn't offering anything of actual value. "I don't want to be someone new. I don't want you to be someone new. I don't want us to be something new." She drew in a breath. [color=#73B1B7][b]"I'm gonna try to be... me. As much as it's gonna suck, I'm going to try, but not for them - The Ascendants. I'm going to try for me. For you. I don't want to forget who I was. I think you should try too... We've lost too much already. We can't afford to misplace ourselves. Not again."
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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