05-01-2018, 11:22 PM
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Oh, boy. Bastille could sense a sort of turmoil rolling off of Suite in waves, one that was far too chaotic and distressed to be just from the usual body mix-up confusion. No, he realized pretty quickly that there was something more here going on, something that he didn't entirely understand. It must have something to do with the past, of that much he was certain, and although he had no idea what was stressing her out so much about this situation, Bast made an effort to check himself. Clearly, the situation was more delicate than he'd originally thought, and he didn't want to stress Suite out more.
Margy's sudden appearance had his attention jerking to her, and he stared at her with vague confusion at the blunt certainty that this was not Suite. Obviously it was Suite. Even without being able to see her aura, he could have thought that Margy could recognize her own wife. He bit his tongue, however, reminding himself that something was up. He was about to respond to Suite, tell her not to worry about snapping, when suddenly Margy was in front of him and seemingly growing even more distraught.
"Whoa, hey, Margy," he said, gaze flickering between the two as he tried to figure out the best way to calm them both down. Suite was clearly upset but not deranged; Margy, on the other hand, was... confused, to say the least. Or in denial. Or something. Bast took a half step forward, pressing his shoulder lightly against her side in an effort to draw her attention away from the polar bear. (He made a note not to fully draw himself up even with her, choosing to stay a step or so behind her front paws so that she was still partially ahead of him. It was something he did with the acknowledgement that when he was trying to protect people, it drove him absolutely crazy when they decided to just wander up to the threat anyway; his careful positioning was to offer comfort whilst still letting her "guard him", so to speak.)
"Hey, hey, it's Suite-- Even if you don't believe her, her aura can't lie, okay? It's her, Margy," he said, keeping his voice even and his gaze training on her, as if willing her to look at him instead of at Suite. Gods, what the fuck had happened in their past to prompt this shit?
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]