05-08-2018, 09:57 PM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags
Lil shook her head, backing away as Suiteheart moved forward.
"What did I do... What experiment did I mess up so badly that these hallucinations won't stay away..." She murmured to herself, lashing her tail in pure anxiety. She needed to think-- think about how if this was really Suiteheart, how she would get the other to leave. These hallucinations were solely a projection of her own mind, so they would follow the rationale of her mind, right. It's how it worked with Margaery most recently, and it was how it worked on the island during her initiation.
"Why did you come back? Feel guilty that you left me behind the first time?" Lil growled, looking up with a glare at Suiteheart. Tears still pooled in her eyes, but with the way they were narrowed, she seemed more angry than sad. More spitfire and rage than ocean waves-- she was going to defend herself or absolutely lose it trying. It was what she always did. "Let me ask you this, Suiteheart, if you or Margaery cared half as much as you guys claimed to, then why did you run off? Why did you hurt me in the same exact way my birth mother did?"
The tabby recollected her herbs and padded past Suiteheart, then grabbed some of the moss from the beach rocks and dipping it into the nearby water. She rested her wounded paw in the water to let it soak. Tilting her paw and head in such a way required to clean it would be rather annoying, so it was much easier to do most of the soaking now and then clean the wound with a a few quick swipes.
"Why are you here?" Lil asked, not as much spitfire rage as before but the same apathetic attitude she had shown Margaery on the island. "You abandoned me-- you both abandoned me. Do you think I could just move past that because you claim not to have, despite your actions saying otherwise? Stupid. This folly will not blind me to the truth-- not again, not anymore."
I͢.̴.͟.͘..̨in..͢.m̵.͟..͟a.͟.͘n͞c͝e̛.....L̛í.͞.̨..͠.̢.n̛o.͏..̴.be.̶...e҉..͢.̡.y̧...̵.̢.̷s.....d̕raḿ..͏.͏.̢.ic҉,
...
.͞.l̀y ̸..͢. ͡.͟.̴.̀.̶ .͠.̕.ui̢te̛h.́..͟r͘t҉ .͝.̕.͘ ͏c....̡.͝. ͘...o҉u ͏..͠. h...̕r me?
H..͞...̧ld o...̵n.
...
...
Ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ａｎｙ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ？
Ｓｕｉｔｅｈｅａｒｔ ｃａｎ ｙｏｕ ｈｅａｒ ｍｅ？ Ｉ＇ｍ t̶ŕapp͞ęd-- ｈｎｎｇ－！
Ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｈｅｌｐ ｍｅ．．． ｔｈｉｓ h̵̢́ų̸̛̕ŕ̷̴͢t̷̴̢͜ś̴̡.̵̷̢̛͝.̵̡̨̢͢.̨̨́
// TRANSLATIONS: "I'm glad that in my absence, Lil has not become any less melodramatic. What a legend."
"Holy shit-- Suiteheart, can you hear me?"
"Hold on."
"Is this any better?"
"Suiteheart can you hear me? I'm trapped-- hnng--!
"Please help me... this hurts."
"What did I do... What experiment did I mess up so badly that these hallucinations won't stay away..." She murmured to herself, lashing her tail in pure anxiety. She needed to think-- think about how if this was really Suiteheart, how she would get the other to leave. These hallucinations were solely a projection of her own mind, so they would follow the rationale of her mind, right. It's how it worked with Margaery most recently, and it was how it worked on the island during her initiation.
"Why did you come back? Feel guilty that you left me behind the first time?" Lil growled, looking up with a glare at Suiteheart. Tears still pooled in her eyes, but with the way they were narrowed, she seemed more angry than sad. More spitfire and rage than ocean waves-- she was going to defend herself or absolutely lose it trying. It was what she always did. "Let me ask you this, Suiteheart, if you or Margaery cared half as much as you guys claimed to, then why did you run off? Why did you hurt me in the same exact way my birth mother did?"
The tabby recollected her herbs and padded past Suiteheart, then grabbed some of the moss from the beach rocks and dipping it into the nearby water. She rested her wounded paw in the water to let it soak. Tilting her paw and head in such a way required to clean it would be rather annoying, so it was much easier to do most of the soaking now and then clean the wound with a a few quick swipes.
"Why are you here?" Lil asked, not as much spitfire rage as before but the same apathetic attitude she had shown Margaery on the island. "You abandoned me-- you both abandoned me. Do you think I could just move past that because you claim not to have, despite your actions saying otherwise? Stupid. This folly will not blind me to the truth-- not again, not anymore."
I͢.̴.͟.͘..̨in..͢.m̵.͟..͟a.͟.͘n͞c͝e̛.....L̛í.͞.̨..͠.̢.n̛o.͏..̴.be.̶...e҉..͢.̡.y̧...̵.̢.̷s.....d̕raḿ..͏.͏.̢.ic҉,
...
.͞.l̀y ̸..͢. ͡.͟.̴.̀.̶ .͠.̕.ui̢te̛h.́..͟r͘t҉ .͝.̕.͘ ͏c....̡.͝. ͘...o҉u ͏..͠. h...̕r me?
H..͞...̧ld o...̵n.
...
...
Ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ａｎｙ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ？
Ｓｕｉｔｅｈｅａｒｔ ｃａｎ ｙｏｕ ｈｅａｒ ｍｅ？ Ｉ＇ｍ t̶ŕapp͞ęd-- ｈｎｎｇ－！
Ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｈｅｌｐ ｍｅ．．． ｔｈｉｓ h̵̢́ų̸̛̕ŕ̷̴͢t̷̴̢͜ś̴̡.̵̷̢̛͝.̵̡̨̢͢.̨̨́
// TRANSLATIONS: "I'm glad that in my absence, Lil has not become any less melodramatic. What a legend."
"Holy shit-- Suiteheart, can you hear me?"
"Hold on."
"Is this any better?"
"Suiteheart can you hear me? I'm trapped-- hnng--!
"Please help me... this hurts."
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[div style="letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 16pt; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; color: #353E84;"]II. THE HIGH PRIESTESS
this card in the upright position indicates quiet knowledge and wisdom of the unknowable. the high priestess’s inaction is a result of having done all that they can and knowing that the rest is in the universe’s hands. In the reversed position, this card indicates one whose judgement is clouded by stress and uncertainty, always concerned with the lives of others around them.
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lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ tri-souled ♕ tags