05-12-2018, 01:21 AM
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That message felt odd writing down. Something inside of her, deep within her soul, had urged her to write the letters. She couldn't understand it, for the had always hated this form. At least, she has thought she did. This form was a constant source of pain to her loved ones, so why did she now feel some sort of attachment to it? A shiver ran down her spine as Margaery arrived, and Suite hurriedly threw the bottle into the drink.
Dark eyes watched the observer pen her letter before shoving it into a bottle and hurling it into the sea. Much like the chocolate point, Suiteheart couldn't help but wonder what the other had written. She could only guess it was something about being afraid of Suite's appearances. She tried to not let this thought bother her, but that was easier said than done. "Me too," she sighed, nodding at her wife's verbal want for wine. "But I'd like something a little stronger."
Bastillepaw stepped forward next, and she noted his curiosity. Had she known he dealt in relieving others of their troubles through memory manipulation, she probably would've knocked on his door more than once. There were so many memories in her head that she wanted gone. "You just watching or didja wanna write something?" she asked, offering the boy a piece of paper, a blue pen, and a bottle.
Lunafreya followed along a few ticks later. At her inquiry, Suiteheart shifted to face her. "Oh, so, basically, what you do is write down thoughts you're having, stuff it into a bottle, and chuck it into the fucking ocean. You can write down good or bad thoughts, it doesn't really matter. It's just a way of getting stuff off your chest without having to talk to anyone." Suiteheart wasn't always the best at telling others her problems in ways that were beneficial to all parties, so this was the best option for her. Holding out the supplies to Luna, she asked, [color=#73B1B7][b]"Wanna try?"
That message felt odd writing down. Something inside of her, deep within her soul, had urged her to write the letters. She couldn't understand it, for the had always hated this form. At least, she has thought she did. This form was a constant source of pain to her loved ones, so why did she now feel some sort of attachment to it? A shiver ran down her spine as Margaery arrived, and Suite hurriedly threw the bottle into the drink.
Dark eyes watched the observer pen her letter before shoving it into a bottle and hurling it into the sea. Much like the chocolate point, Suiteheart couldn't help but wonder what the other had written. She could only guess it was something about being afraid of Suite's appearances. She tried to not let this thought bother her, but that was easier said than done. "Me too," she sighed, nodding at her wife's verbal want for wine. "But I'd like something a little stronger."
Bastillepaw stepped forward next, and she noted his curiosity. Had she known he dealt in relieving others of their troubles through memory manipulation, she probably would've knocked on his door more than once. There were so many memories in her head that she wanted gone. "You just watching or didja wanna write something?" she asked, offering the boy a piece of paper, a blue pen, and a bottle.
Lunafreya followed along a few ticks later. At her inquiry, Suiteheart shifted to face her. "Oh, so, basically, what you do is write down thoughts you're having, stuff it into a bottle, and chuck it into the fucking ocean. You can write down good or bad thoughts, it doesn't really matter. It's just a way of getting stuff off your chest without having to talk to anyone." Suiteheart wasn't always the best at telling others her problems in ways that were beneficial to all parties, so this was the best option for her. Holding out the supplies to Luna, she asked, [color=#73B1B7][b]"Wanna try?"
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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