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[Suiteheart]

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The laugh struck a cord deep within Suiteheart's soul. It shook her deeply, tremendously. The sheer coldness of the act almost sucked the breath right out of her, and had she not been on the verge of her feral side, it would have. Had she not been about to come loose, the laughter would've killed it. Even now, the act pained her greatly, and she had to look away. It burned like flames, and the fire was rising higher and higher and escape was out of reach. She inhaled to steady herself.

She wasn't weak. She was not weak like she used to be. A year of travel had made her strong, capable. It molded her into something that was capable of self preservation. Right now, that's just what she needed. Margaery was gone (at least for the moment), and Suite needed to stay alive to kill the beast that possessed her lover.

The only thing she could never hope to accomplish was hating Margaery. Even when the she-beast sent her careening down the edge of her own psyche, she would still love her wife. Deep down, at the core of her soul that had not been overtaken by wild desires, she would still love her wife more than life itself. No matter what the creature in front of her attempted to do, it wouldn't be enough. Nothing would ever be enough to dispel the true love she possessed for Margaery. Nothing. Nothing on this earth or in heaven or hell held that power. 

This new Margaery might believe she had the strength, the ability, to complete the task, but she didn't. This creature was just barely able to see the light of day. Suite did not and would not believe the other could contort Margaery's mind so much to destroy the being of light and love she had come to know.

The polar bear would not lie, however. She was terrified of the chance that the possibility was there. This new Margy had hidden talents and tricks, she knew. She could feel it. Without having to pry, she could sense the subtle differences from the last time she had encountered her. Her months of lying in wait had made her stronger and more well suited for destruction. It was a horrifying reality, but she tried not to let it faze her. Surely this thing wasn't that powerful.

Suite supposed it all truly depended upon Margaery. Not the one across from her, but the true chocolate point. If she loved and cared for Suite the way Suite cared for her, then perhaps they could beat this thing. They had done it once, so surely it was within reach. Albeit, Margaery was concealed from her, hidden within the depths of her own consciousness. Time, she hoped, would tell the answer to her worries. Until then, she would believe with her entire being that Margaery reciprocated these feelings - even if only partly because then they had a shot, however tiny.

A shot was still a shot, and she would take anything or nothing at all.

She tried the bond, desperately searching for her wife, but found nothing expect cold, unfeeling emotions. New Margaery had done a nice job of hiding Old Margaery away, she would give her that. If she wanted to sense her wife, the other would have to reach out first, for Suite could not break through. Ever so often, though, she swore she felt her wife. But these feelings were almost nonexistent. She wasn't even sure if it were real. Perhaps it was her own subconscious trying to sate her own demons.

While searching, she did come into contact with fear. This wasn't Margaery's. As awful as it was, Suiteheart knew that emotion like the back of her hand. This new fear she felt was foreign, not her wife's. It radiated darkness, and it was cold - both were vastly different than whenever she sensed Margaery's emotions.

But back to the fear the monster was exhibiting. A sinister smile graced her maw at that. She had found a sore spot for the she-beast. Oh, this was too easy! The least the bitch could do was pose a challenge. Much like Margaery had given her earlier, she let a cruel laugh fall from her lips. It was dark, dangerous, threatening. And her laughter continued as the creature explained or was afraid of her.

"Oh, honey," she spat, eyes narrowing while she maintained her shady smirk, "you and I both know that's a fucking lie. You're terrified. And you should be, because I'll not hesitate to kill you if given half the chance." She could sense every bit of the lie the other was trying to feed her, but the mistruth wouldn't reach her. She wouldn't hear of it. Lies didn't sit well with her.

Suiteheart offered the other a mighty roll of her eyes at the next words. Oh, she was trying to frighten Suite now? No use. She was passed being scared. She wasn't sure what had clicked, but damn was she glad it had. "That's cute that you think that, love. But I know her more than she knows herself, and it's a damn shame that you think I only know half of her." And as she ended her small speech, she shook her head as faux-Margy tried to pose as the real McCoy. She knew that wasn't her wife even if the job was convincing; the simply wasn't enough emotion behind the words. 'Try again, sweetie,' her eyes seemed to say.

"Oh, poor baby. I'm so terribly sorry I messed up things for you! I had no idea you thought you were entitled to ruin Margaery's life. You'll have to excuse me for my misunderstanding," she said, voice bathed in heavy sarcasm. Though she often blamed herself for possibly ruining her wife's life, the words spoken by the other seemed to imply something else entirely. It made her feel as though she had done the right thing all those moons ago.

Love changed all things. It was usually for the better. Suite was glad that had been the case with she and Margaery.

She stood tall as she readied herself for the next words. An arrogant smirk rested upon her maw as she knew she was winning this war of words. She knew everything to say in response to the monster before her. It was almost too easy, and she -

"If you weren't in the picture, our precious Margaery would be happy. You fail to realize that you've caused her an incredible amount of pain. You've killed her. You've forgotten her. You've terrified her. I'm a manifestation of all those wounds you left on the person you proclaim your love to everyday. I'm the bitterness and rage that she never expressed to you out of her own fear that you would hate her for standing up for herself. Just accept that you truly are pathetic, Suiteheart. You're ruining her.. no... you've ruined her."

The words were like a bullet to her heart. Something deep within her broke into so many pieces that she knew the damage was irreversible. She was slipping. Her hold on whatever this was was falling. She could not continue her control on her own inner demon. It screamed to be let loose, and she was no longer able to contain it.

And so she didn't.

Release. That was what it was.

Her obsidian eyes somehow managed to darken. Her stance shifted into the offensive. She was poised and ready, and she would not hold back. Margaery was buried within herself, and Suiteheart's inner destructive force wanted to come out full force. And so it did.

The polar bear disregarded the words that had broken her wholly and completely. She didn't need them. She was something else now - something focused on destroying what had destroyed her. The dark expression she wore was a mixture of fire and ice. A breath passed through parted lips as the transformation was sealed. The normal Suiteheart had taken a back seat to recover, and the new Suite was not sure how long she would be out to play. She did, however, know she would make it count.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing she's not in control anymore, Margaery." Though the voice exited Suite's mouth, it was different. It was a cold steel. It was something razor sharp. It wanted to hurt everything in its wake in order to justify everything that had hurt the real Suite. "Unlike Margaery's Suiteheart, I don't really give a fuck. I'm here for vengeance." Her words were snarled.

"All you do is bitch," she commented, taking a step forward. She wanted action. She wanted to feel the other break in her claws or between her teeth. She wanted blood. She craved death. Oh, this would be fun, fun, fun. "Killing you won't kill Margaery. I know that much. It's funny how much I remember since our last encounter. Do you still scream and cry the same or have you grown up since then, my darling?" She took another massive step forward, grinning maniacally.

She dug her claws into the earth, ripping and tearing the ground with ease. Ah, it felt good to be in control again. She was getting the hang of this absolute power faster this time. Everything was so much simpler than the last time. "Let Margaery stay gone. This is between you and I know," she rumbled, lifting her head from the ground to stare at the feline. "Margaery and Suiteheart might not be able to contain you, but I certainly can. You're pathetic. You're easy. I'll kill you again."

It was a challenge, plain as day. She was curious to see if the other would pick it up. Oh, how she wished the other would attempt some stupid act of arrogance!