05-14-2018, 07:03 PM
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Not then anyway.
Now was a completely different story. For one, Margaery was gone. The memory of her wife was all that remained now, and she had began to push those aside in favor of the new Margaery. Thoughts of happiness and love were slowly being overwritten with anguish and strong hatred. This was no fault of Suite's; it was her subconscious simply piecing together all the recent events. It knew all the damage (perhaps unwillingly, perhaps willingly) her wife had caused her as of late. This part of Suiteheart was guided by pain, and its only purpose in her life was to bandage the wounds and heal the hurt - but it did not necessarily go about this in the correct way all the time.
When she was younger -- when she wasn't Suiteheart --, she had had such trouble controlling her anger. She was quick to explode. Tantrums were common in her kithood, and they stayed with her as she matured into almost apprenticeship. She was always so angry, so hurt. And she couldn't explain why though she had a few ideas. Her parents weren't horrible, but they often neglected her in favor of her older sister and brother. These feelings of being unwanted only presented itself as rage, and as she was so young, she had no way of coping with these feelings. So that was where this side of herself began to form all those years ago.
When she left home, she had sought refuge in the city. It was somewhere entirely different; it was safe. However, she only found herself more alone than before she left home. She was angry again. Angry at herself. She tore apart anything she could get her paws on, and she had gained the reputation amongst the ner'er-do-wellers as someone who knew how to mess things up well. She was too young to know any better, and she perhaps would have never known better if she hadn't met them.
Benzedrine. Donnie. Horseshoe. Sandman. They had fixed her. They had taken her anger away. Or so she thought. Benzedrine was a doctor, and she believed he healed her broken heart. Donnie taught her how to be a better person or so she thought. Horseshoe taught her how to reverse her bad luck and make the best of terrible situations, but she hadn't held onto that. Sandman? Well, unbeknownst to her, he destroyed most of her memories, replacing them with fake rememberances. The only good thing he had done was try to take away her memories of knowing only anger, but he was not as talented as he thought; he had forced her anger deep within young Suiteheart, setting the trap for her future self. He had also changed her name, but she would never know. She was left in the dark about a lot of things that he had done.
Though she had once believed she would never again deal with all the anger of her youth, here it was, just like a year ago. She cursed Sandman, or she would have had she known.
So she continued to rage. She was angry at herself, at Margaery, at Lil, at Lissa, at Eli. She was angry with her parents, her siblings, her former friends. She was disgusted with the world and the way it constantly hurt her. She was born to fight and destroy, and she would not be held back. Not again. Not ever again. Her feral side would not be so easily pursued to return to the depths of Suite's soul as it had so much work to do.
"Quiet, liar," she growled, baring teeth. Had she a long tail, she would've been lashing it wildly. She didn't want to hear faux or real Margaery's words of lies. She had to keep Suite safe. Suite had been hurt by this monster time and time again, and she would not allow Suite to be hurt anymore. She would keep Suite safe, even if it meant keeping her true soul slumbering for the rest of eternity.
However, when it sounded as though the real Margaery was breaking through, the bear stopped. It's growls lowered into grumbling. It turned its head to one side as if to block out the noise. It was almost as if Suite were trying to reawaken, but the feral being refused. "I won't let go-" she swore as the true Suiteheart gained some semblance of control again. The mother bear quieted her back down, and without missing a beat, added, "Until I kill you."
She didn't give a damn that the two were in cahoots now. No, if anything, that only made her task easier. It was literally killing two birds with one stone.
As the other spoke of knowing or not knowing, the bear shook her head. She didn't have time for this. "Margaery had told Suite time and time again about how cruel her parents were. Quite the sob story, if you ask me. We all have problems. The only thing that matters is how you deal with it." She pouted, forcing the most facetious form of sympathy inside her voice as she commented, "And poor, little Margaery can't deal with her own family because she can't handle it." She shook her head. "We met Caroline, long ago. Long before the islands crumbled, before even Suiteheart and Margaery had finished planning their wedding. Caroline was sweet, kind. If she's the bitch you both claim her to be, then why didn't she harm Suite? Why didn't she try to edge her way back into Margaery's life to destroy her?
"Or did this happen?" Her tone was even, oddly calm. This notion genuinely confused her as she had met the exact opposite of what Margaery had always described to Suite. Her understanding of the issue was not wholly complete, and it never truly would be. The only things she knew in this life were what slipped through the cracks of Suite's mind. It was just bits and pieces of this and that that she had sewn together as she sat in wait.
"You know what I find funny?" she queried, voice gaining an edge as Margaery threw accusations into her face. Her eyes were narrowed and sharp. "You're constantly telling me what Suite did or didn't do. Why didn't Margaery leave Suire if it were so fucking awful...? And what about Margaery? Let's start with the fact that her weakness had destroyed Suite ten times over." She was on the move now, pacing back and forth. It was intimidating as large as she was. "She's lied to her, left her, forgotten her. She's given up on Suite more than once too," she growled, spitting the words like venom. "Margaery has told her that she was never good enough for Suite time and time again. Even if Suite wouldn't believe it, I did. Margaery's a wilted rose - has been for a long, long time. The only thing to do now her cut her stem and throw her in the trash. She serves no purpose here and neither do you."
The polar bear continued moving back and forth, too caught up in her own rage to stand still. "Mm, and it was a pleasure knowing you." She scanned the other, noting weak spots as she went. She was about to comment on the state of the other's lungs, but Margaery began to speak again.
She snorted, a small laugh coming forth as she was fed what she believed to be a lie. "Oh, if only that were the true case. Suite tried. She tried to talk and work through things, but Margaery never met her halfway. Margaery would cry and talk about how bad she was, about how much self work she needed to complete. Suite tried. Margaery didn't care. And I doubt she does now that you're here." She huffed, growing tired of words. She needed action. She needed something or she was going to explode. "I would say the same is true of Suite, babe. She had so many others, some that were even Margaery's best friends. She even had a few men approached her, but she settled. She settled for a bitch with an affinity for destroying her heart. How sad. But it's good that I'm here now to make sure that never happens again."
Both sides of Suiteheart could sense Margaery attempting to communicate, but it was all for naught. The real Suite could hear her, yes, but the words were far off. It was as though Margaery was whispering from across the room. It was inaudible murmurings. She felt her wife, but she couldn't grasp what the words were saying. She tried and tried, and she even attempting to ask her primal side what the message was though she was only greeted by silence.
'Margaery? Where are you? Why do you sound so far away?'
The message only reached the feral beast. The polar bear squashed most of the message, though she was not quick enough to kill the entire thing. 'Margaery... Why...?' was all that would pass through the bond. Now on high alert for anything else, this new Suiteheart guarded the connection carefully. There would be no more communications as long as she were around.
"Like I said earlier, it was a pleasure to know you." Cold, dark laughter dripped from her lips after she spoke. It was play time now. She would enjoy toying with her victim before murmdering her with ease. While Suite wasn't much for torture, primal Suiteheart loved it.
As the feline lunged for her throat, the bear attempted to catch her midair by the front leg. If successful, she would slam her to the ground, smirking all the while.
[color=#73B1B7][b]"That all? I wanted a challenge."
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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