05-06-2018, 04:46 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"]Dark eyes lifted from her silver locket as Bastillepaw arrived, a small earthquake following at his heels. The look on his face said it all, and a frown decorated her own features at his gloominess. She wished she knew how to control elemental abilities, but she didn't even know how to control her own powers. Ugh, helplessness was the worst emotion in the word.
Suiteheart gave a nod of her head at his words. "Yeah. Turns out, it wasn't so difficult. I'm just... not very good at fixing stuff," she laughed, but her words were true. She had never been good at repairing anything despite how hard she tried.
When Margaery arrived, Suite almost sank into herself. She could feel everything, and it made her sick to her stomach. She wanted her wife to love and accept her, but that was too great of a task. Still, despite never wanting to be angry with her lover for this, a small spark was trying to ignite. She bit it back though, still able to control the feral thoughts that often plagued her mind. 'Not this time.'
"Haze helped me fix it," she explained, holding the locket out toward Margaery. It was almost as good as new, minus the scratch. Still, if she could just find some polish or something maybe... well, maybe she could cover it up. But that was much easier said than done. "And the pictures are inside. Me, you, and the kids. Right where they're supposed to be." In her metaphorical heart. Always there, just like the real thing.
She watched Margaery's stormy eyes for a few fleeting seconds before returning them to the ground, the sky, the walls, anything but the chocolate point. She couldn't look upon her wife without feeling guilt and sadness. It hurt. Everything about it hurt. She knew Margy would eventually feel these emotions if she searched long enough, but there was no point in hiding them.
Suiteheart gave a nod of her head at his words. "Yeah. Turns out, it wasn't so difficult. I'm just... not very good at fixing stuff," she laughed, but her words were true. She had never been good at repairing anything despite how hard she tried.
When Margaery arrived, Suite almost sank into herself. She could feel everything, and it made her sick to her stomach. She wanted her wife to love and accept her, but that was too great of a task. Still, despite never wanting to be angry with her lover for this, a small spark was trying to ignite. She bit it back though, still able to control the feral thoughts that often plagued her mind. 'Not this time.'
"Haze helped me fix it," she explained, holding the locket out toward Margaery. It was almost as good as new, minus the scratch. Still, if she could just find some polish or something maybe... well, maybe she could cover it up. But that was much easier said than done. "And the pictures are inside. Me, you, and the kids. Right where they're supposed to be." In her metaphorical heart. Always there, just like the real thing.
She watched Margaery's stormy eyes for a few fleeting seconds before returning them to the ground, the sky, the walls, anything but the chocolate point. She couldn't look upon her wife without feeling guilt and sadness. It hurt. Everything about it hurt. She knew Margy would eventually feel these emotions if she searched long enough, but there was no point in hiding them.
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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