04-18-2018, 07:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 01:58 AM by Suiteheart.)
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The feline watched as Bastille approached, and she was even more glad to have joined this little gathering. She loved that kid. She had tried to not get attached, but here she was... He was sweet, even if he didn't want to admit it. And he had a good heart. She wished him all the best.
The Clan that rolled off his tongue made her freeze. She knew where that was or where it had been; she wasn't sure what was left of it. She wasn't sure what was left of any of their former homes. As these thoughts rolled in on her like dark storm clouds, she tried to play it off. She kept her lopsided grin, but it was now hollow. How much longer could she keep these secrets?
As Margaery began to speak, Suite could not watch. Her wife was outlining their lives. Granted, it was not in much detail. She made no mention of being the ambassador or being deputy. She named no names. She kept it to a minimum, but Suiteheart still worried. And as Margy continued, her worries heightened.
"Oh, you have a wife? I wouldn't have flirted if I'd known." Her voice was different now, concerned after hearing Margaery speak so sadly about their lives. To others, the change in emotion would show Suiteheart being an empathetic peer, or it would show disappointment in Margaery being taken. She hoped it seemed this way at least. "Sorry about you losing your wife and kids. Maybe you'll find 'em soon. It's a small world, after all. I mean, hell, you and Bast may have met each other before."
The feline watched as Bastille approached, and she was even more glad to have joined this little gathering. She loved that kid. She had tried to not get attached, but here she was... He was sweet, even if he didn't want to admit it. And he had a good heart. She wished him all the best.
The Clan that rolled off his tongue made her freeze. She knew where that was or where it had been; she wasn't sure what was left of it. She wasn't sure what was left of any of their former homes. As these thoughts rolled in on her like dark storm clouds, she tried to play it off. She kept her lopsided grin, but it was now hollow. How much longer could she keep these secrets?
As Margaery began to speak, Suite could not watch. Her wife was outlining their lives. Granted, it was not in much detail. She made no mention of being the ambassador or being deputy. She named no names. She kept it to a minimum, but Suiteheart still worried. And as Margy continued, her worries heightened.
"Oh, you have a wife? I wouldn't have flirted if I'd known." Her voice was different now, concerned after hearing Margaery speak so sadly about their lives. To others, the change in emotion would show Suiteheart being an empathetic peer, or it would show disappointment in Margaery being taken. She hoped it seemed this way at least. "Sorry about you losing your wife and kids. Maybe you'll find 'em soon. It's a small world, after all. I mean, hell, you and Bast may have met each other before."
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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