05-07-2018, 10:27 PM
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Bastillepaw's voice slowly filtered toward her, but it sounded so faraway. It was like her mind and body were in two separate places, and she could not make them reconnect. It took ages for his voice to finally register in her head, and the only response she offered him was a slow blink. Words failed her after she had asked Margaery a question, and try as she might, she could not force sentences forward. She was at a complete and utter loss for words.
But good thing her mind was still adequate.
Bastille's telepathic message reached her at once, and somehow, it managed to rope her back in. Everything came together again, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing. She didn't feel any better either, just increasingly hollow. Numb.
She's gone, Bast.
Simple. Cryptic. It made no sense as Margaery was still amongst the group. The chocolate point was still standing, and she betrayed no emotions. It was as if separating the bond had been as easy a closing the room to her door before she slept for the night. Something about how easy it was angered Suite. Did their relationship not mean more to her? Oh, if only Suite knew Margaery had done it to try and protect the former.
[color=#73B1B7][b][i]She's gone. She separated our bond. I can't feel her... And she doesn't care anymore.
Bastillepaw's voice slowly filtered toward her, but it sounded so faraway. It was like her mind and body were in two separate places, and she could not make them reconnect. It took ages for his voice to finally register in her head, and the only response she offered him was a slow blink. Words failed her after she had asked Margaery a question, and try as she might, she could not force sentences forward. She was at a complete and utter loss for words.
But good thing her mind was still adequate.
Bastille's telepathic message reached her at once, and somehow, it managed to rope her back in. Everything came together again, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing. She didn't feel any better either, just increasingly hollow. Numb.
She's gone, Bast.
Simple. Cryptic. It made no sense as Margaery was still amongst the group. The chocolate point was still standing, and she betrayed no emotions. It was as if separating the bond had been as easy a closing the room to her door before she slept for the night. Something about how easy it was angered Suite. Did their relationship not mean more to her? Oh, if only Suite knew Margaery had done it to try and protect the former.
[color=#73B1B7][b][i]She's gone. She separated our bond. I can't feel her... And she doesn't care anymore.
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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