05-12-2018, 06:11 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"]The overwhelming sadness caught up to her first. It blindsided her, leaving her shaken up and cold. She felt responsible, so responsible for leaving her wife in a state of complete and utter disrepair. Agony rolled off of her in waves, and Suiteheart felt each one crash into her over and over and over again. The last of those waves almost took her under, desperately trying to drag her into their depths.
But anger revived her.
It was white-hot and molten. It was not the regular flames of fury Suiteheart could feel through their bond every so often. No, this heat was stronger. It was deeper. It was more malicious. It wasn't simply fire anymore - it was like hot lava. It coursed through her veins, making her feel so alive and connected to every sense that it hurt. In fact, a barely audible gasp escaped her jaws.
Wide-eyed and concerned, fighting back rage and sadness, she tried to speak. No words sprouted, for there was now a nothingness that reached her. The hollow, empty feel bore into her soul, settling into her chest. She felt heavy, unable to breathe properly, and she wasn't sure if this was because of Margaery's issues with asthma or the realization that Margaery was gone.
That fact nearly knocked her from where she stood. The sudden ripping away of Margaery's true soul left Suiteheart sick and dizzy. As their souls were connected, Suite couldn't help but feel as though she had lost a part of herself. Margaery was, in more ways than one, her other half. To lose her all over again created tremors within her being, and she began to shake violently.
She could feel everything; she could feel nothing.
The voice that exited Margaery's lips was almost normal. Almost. There was something hidden in the undertones that suggested this was someone else entirely, but Suite did not need to hear it to know it in her heart. The voice was silky and smooth. It was deadly, icy, chilling Suite to her bones, and the words cut like sharpened knives. Her eyes. Her eyes were veiled, shrouded in a darkness that used to only be whispered about. It was something as powerful as it was dark, and it did not sit well with the Starstruck Guardian. Her shaking only grew more intense as the full force of the words slammed into her.
As the creature her opposite simply blinked, Suiteheart forced her trembling to subside. She could not and would not be frightened of this thing. She did not want to give it that power. The other was already holding a vast majority of her world above her head, just out of reach, so there was no reason to give it more leverage. A shaking breath left her, and she straightened up as she inhaled.
The polar bear set her jaw and tried to stand tall. If Margaery -- or whatever was possessing her -- could be cold and unfeeling, surely she could to. She could at least pretend. It was easier said than done, however, especially when feelings of indifference and carelessness manifested within her mind. It was funny how the other's uncaring attitude made Suite care that much more.
"Save the formalities," she spat, shaking her head. She didn't give a shit about the beast that had taken control of her wife. "I killed you once, and quite frankly, that's all that fucking matters right now." The unfortunate side of this was that she had also killed Margaery... And now that she thought back on it, had she truly killed this monstrosity? She wasn't sure... If anything, she and just silenced the beast, throwing it into the farthest reaches of Margaery's mind.
But it had always been there, lurking. God, maybe there was no true way to beat this thing. Worry didn't begin to describe it.
The ice queen's next words made her blood boil instead of freeze. "Don't," she snapped, voice growing loud and wild with anger. She would not stand by and let the beast accuse her of things. These accusations couldn't be true. They couldn't... No. No, Suiteheart could not be to blame for sending her wife spiraling out of control. No. No. No.
"Do not fucking speak to me like you know the truth. You are the reason you're here. Not me. No me! Not entirely. Your constant fucking badgering of Margaery was wearing her down. The only reason you managed to slip through the cracks is because I told her she needed to get help. You're only here because you took advantage of Margaery in her weakest moment. You stole that from her.
"I'm sure you know this, but you are a fucking monster."
The words left her quickly. They were combinations of blazing hot and freezing cold. The tone at which she spoke was so severe that any normal being would have turned tail and ran, but what she was dealing with was no normal being. The monster before her was used to this type of behavior, so Suite equated that to being able to finally rage, rage, rage. There was nothing to contain this. Sooner or later, she was bound to lash out. And then, nothing would be repairable.
"Fuck off." She curled back her lip, revealing dagger-like teeth that could and would easily snap the faux-Margaery in half. Obsidian claws dug into the earth - a final last stand as she attempting to keep herself grounded. Her own beast was rising, wishing to fight against the feline. It was to make the creature bleed for every falsity it spoke. "And don't be ridiculous. If you weren't in the picture, none of this would be happening. Margaery wouldn't hate me as much as she wants to, she wouldn't have taken all those innocent lives if you hadn't compelled her, and she wouldn't be gone now if you hadn't decided to show your ugly-fucking-face." She was seeing red now.
A snarl leapt from her throat, and her muscles tensed, ready to fly at the femme. She would kill her. She would kill that thing that had taken her wife. She -
Then, out of the darkness, a light. Everything stopped for a few fleeting moments, and she felt the serenity of her wife fall over her once more. She stepped backwards as Margaery's true voice filled her head. What she heard were not unkind words but words of unconditional love. An explanation was also contained within the words, and she would hold onto that, just like she would hold onto Margaery's last 'I love you.'
She tried to think of some way to hold onto her wife, but before she could even say that she loved her, Margaery was locked away. The wall was repaired. No, more than that, it was reinforced. It was so strong now that she wondered if Margaery would ever be able to pull it down. "She's not a monster; you are. You're the manifestation of everything she's tried to not be. You're two separate beings. And you're too much of a coward to be on your own, so you hide behind Margaery. You're not powerful or strong in any kind of sense. You're weak. You're the pathetic one, not me. No, not me." She snorted, head shaking. "And she does need me. We need each other, that's how this thing works."
Or so Suiteheart desperately hoped.
She watched as the hardened individual melted into something softer. Confusion sprang up in her eyes, for this was not the evil being she had warred with seconds before. The fire and ice in her eyes fell away, leaving calm and sadness, confusion and love. Margaery. It had to be. She prayed it was her. "Because I know you." Her voice was quiet, hurting. It was as far away from the fury she had spat just heartbeats ago. In that moment, she wanted to reach out, to hold onto her wife again. If she held her, maybe she would stay. If she could just hold her, Suite could protect her from all this evil. However, before she had the chance, the chocolate point shifted into that frozen, uncaring creature once more.
The mention of Lil hurt - not because it was probably true, but because Suiteheart didn't want it to be. After her own meeting with Lil, she knew their family stood on shaky ground and thin ice. Sending Margaery away now could, admittedly, cause catastrophic consequences. Then again, perhaps the healer was the only one with the ability to save Margaery's true soul. "Lil doesn't hate Margaery. She loves her. Lil's just hurt right now, confused. And if you, for once second, think about harming her again, I will not hesitate to kill you." The threat would fall on deaf ears, she knew, but perhaps it could insight Margaery to seek out Lil. Lil would then be able to fix her, right? Right? "And no, no punishment here. I was trying to save Margaery's feelings. I didn't want her to be around me. Or were you too stupid to understand that?"
She rolled her eyes at the other's next words. Everyone was controlled by something. Even those that seemed lawless. "Margaery does. It'll only be a matter of time before she chains you up again."
Poor Suiteheart, so hopelessly hopeful.
But anger revived her.
It was white-hot and molten. It was not the regular flames of fury Suiteheart could feel through their bond every so often. No, this heat was stronger. It was deeper. It was more malicious. It wasn't simply fire anymore - it was like hot lava. It coursed through her veins, making her feel so alive and connected to every sense that it hurt. In fact, a barely audible gasp escaped her jaws.
Wide-eyed and concerned, fighting back rage and sadness, she tried to speak. No words sprouted, for there was now a nothingness that reached her. The hollow, empty feel bore into her soul, settling into her chest. She felt heavy, unable to breathe properly, and she wasn't sure if this was because of Margaery's issues with asthma or the realization that Margaery was gone.
That fact nearly knocked her from where she stood. The sudden ripping away of Margaery's true soul left Suiteheart sick and dizzy. As their souls were connected, Suite couldn't help but feel as though she had lost a part of herself. Margaery was, in more ways than one, her other half. To lose her all over again created tremors within her being, and she began to shake violently.
She could feel everything; she could feel nothing.
The voice that exited Margaery's lips was almost normal. Almost. There was something hidden in the undertones that suggested this was someone else entirely, but Suite did not need to hear it to know it in her heart. The voice was silky and smooth. It was deadly, icy, chilling Suite to her bones, and the words cut like sharpened knives. Her eyes. Her eyes were veiled, shrouded in a darkness that used to only be whispered about. It was something as powerful as it was dark, and it did not sit well with the Starstruck Guardian. Her shaking only grew more intense as the full force of the words slammed into her.
As the creature her opposite simply blinked, Suiteheart forced her trembling to subside. She could not and would not be frightened of this thing. She did not want to give it that power. The other was already holding a vast majority of her world above her head, just out of reach, so there was no reason to give it more leverage. A shaking breath left her, and she straightened up as she inhaled.
The polar bear set her jaw and tried to stand tall. If Margaery -- or whatever was possessing her -- could be cold and unfeeling, surely she could to. She could at least pretend. It was easier said than done, however, especially when feelings of indifference and carelessness manifested within her mind. It was funny how the other's uncaring attitude made Suite care that much more.
"Save the formalities," she spat, shaking her head. She didn't give a shit about the beast that had taken control of her wife. "I killed you once, and quite frankly, that's all that fucking matters right now." The unfortunate side of this was that she had also killed Margaery... And now that she thought back on it, had she truly killed this monstrosity? She wasn't sure... If anything, she and just silenced the beast, throwing it into the farthest reaches of Margaery's mind.
But it had always been there, lurking. God, maybe there was no true way to beat this thing. Worry didn't begin to describe it.
The ice queen's next words made her blood boil instead of freeze. "Don't," she snapped, voice growing loud and wild with anger. She would not stand by and let the beast accuse her of things. These accusations couldn't be true. They couldn't... No. No, Suiteheart could not be to blame for sending her wife spiraling out of control. No. No. No.
"Do not fucking speak to me like you know the truth. You are the reason you're here. Not me. No me! Not entirely. Your constant fucking badgering of Margaery was wearing her down. The only reason you managed to slip through the cracks is because I told her she needed to get help. You're only here because you took advantage of Margaery in her weakest moment. You stole that from her.
"I'm sure you know this, but you are a fucking monster."
The words left her quickly. They were combinations of blazing hot and freezing cold. The tone at which she spoke was so severe that any normal being would have turned tail and ran, but what she was dealing with was no normal being. The monster before her was used to this type of behavior, so Suite equated that to being able to finally rage, rage, rage. There was nothing to contain this. Sooner or later, she was bound to lash out. And then, nothing would be repairable.
"Fuck off." She curled back her lip, revealing dagger-like teeth that could and would easily snap the faux-Margaery in half. Obsidian claws dug into the earth - a final last stand as she attempting to keep herself grounded. Her own beast was rising, wishing to fight against the feline. It was to make the creature bleed for every falsity it spoke. "And don't be ridiculous. If you weren't in the picture, none of this would be happening. Margaery wouldn't hate me as much as she wants to, she wouldn't have taken all those innocent lives if you hadn't compelled her, and she wouldn't be gone now if you hadn't decided to show your ugly-fucking-face." She was seeing red now.
A snarl leapt from her throat, and her muscles tensed, ready to fly at the femme. She would kill her. She would kill that thing that had taken her wife. She -
Then, out of the darkness, a light. Everything stopped for a few fleeting moments, and she felt the serenity of her wife fall over her once more. She stepped backwards as Margaery's true voice filled her head. What she heard were not unkind words but words of unconditional love. An explanation was also contained within the words, and she would hold onto that, just like she would hold onto Margaery's last 'I love you.'
She tried to think of some way to hold onto her wife, but before she could even say that she loved her, Margaery was locked away. The wall was repaired. No, more than that, it was reinforced. It was so strong now that she wondered if Margaery would ever be able to pull it down. "She's not a monster; you are. You're the manifestation of everything she's tried to not be. You're two separate beings. And you're too much of a coward to be on your own, so you hide behind Margaery. You're not powerful or strong in any kind of sense. You're weak. You're the pathetic one, not me. No, not me." She snorted, head shaking. "And she does need me. We need each other, that's how this thing works."
Or so Suiteheart desperately hoped.
She watched as the hardened individual melted into something softer. Confusion sprang up in her eyes, for this was not the evil being she had warred with seconds before. The fire and ice in her eyes fell away, leaving calm and sadness, confusion and love. Margaery. It had to be. She prayed it was her. "Because I know you." Her voice was quiet, hurting. It was as far away from the fury she had spat just heartbeats ago. In that moment, she wanted to reach out, to hold onto her wife again. If she held her, maybe she would stay. If she could just hold her, Suite could protect her from all this evil. However, before she had the chance, the chocolate point shifted into that frozen, uncaring creature once more.
The mention of Lil hurt - not because it was probably true, but because Suiteheart didn't want it to be. After her own meeting with Lil, she knew their family stood on shaky ground and thin ice. Sending Margaery away now could, admittedly, cause catastrophic consequences. Then again, perhaps the healer was the only one with the ability to save Margaery's true soul. "Lil doesn't hate Margaery. She loves her. Lil's just hurt right now, confused. And if you, for once second, think about harming her again, I will not hesitate to kill you." The threat would fall on deaf ears, she knew, but perhaps it could insight Margaery to seek out Lil. Lil would then be able to fix her, right? Right? "And no, no punishment here. I was trying to save Margaery's feelings. I didn't want her to be around me. Or were you too stupid to understand that?"
She rolled her eyes at the other's next words. Everyone was controlled by something. Even those that seemed lawless. "Margaery does. It'll only be a matter of time before she chains you up again."
Poor Suiteheart, so hopelessly hopeful.
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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