04-26-2018, 06:14 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"]Suiteheart sat back and listened as Margaery and Lup spoke. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth; she was anxious. The last time the pair had spoken, it had not been pretty. However, tensions seemed to have absolved. Now, the conversation was calm. Hell, it had even taken a soft turn into sadness... And both of them were sympathetic towards one another.
The observer listened as Margaery explained herself, and Suiteheart's nonexistent eyebrows wrinkled together in concern. Health problems? Suite knew Margaery had a bad pair of lungs after the incident with her gardens burning down, but she had not known things were getting bad again. She silently beat herself up for not knowing, for not being there for her wife when she desperately needed her. Why was she never there when Margaery truly needed her?
A pang of sympathy for Lup washed over Suiteheart as she listened to the other explain about losing her crew and her best friend/brother. Losing siblings was a terrible thing, though Suite did not exactly understand this concept. She had had a sister, but it was not by blood. The two of them were not extremely close either, and their last interaction had been a massive fight. Still, she hoped Lup would one day be reunited with her brother.
The white feline felt a sadness tugging at her heart as she began to think of her children. Her story was similar to Margaery's. They had both searched and searched and searched. And for what? Absolutely nothing. It crushed Suiteheart more than words could describe. She wished it hadn't been this way. She could not -
"I... believe I've heard of your daughters."
Baby blue eyes grew wide as saucers. Lup... Lup had heard of them? For a few fleeting moments, her hope reignited. It was quickly extinguished when the fiery feline explained she wasn't sure where they were. What was even more crushing was the story Lup was telling about them.
Despite not wanting to admit it, she knew about her children's serial killer motives. The last time they had all been together, one of them had accidentally stabbed Suite. Things had been odd. Tense. Nothing was normal. And then they had all been separated again. She had no idea they had continued on this path. It scared her. Not for others, but for her children. Revenge was a terrifying thing, and what if someone had gotten to them first?
She resisted the urge to walk away as Lup spoke of them as monsters. She knew Lup meant no harm, but... her children were not monsters. They were lost. They were misguided. They needed help. Shaking her head ever so minutely, she continued listening to Lup speak.
Dull lilac eyes. Her heart almost stopped. Lil. It had to be. She had never met another creature with soft purple eyes. And they healed Lup as well? There was no doubt in her mind. It had to be her daughter. It had to be.
"Lil, Eli, and Lissa," Suiteheart blurted out, not thinking. As quickly as she had said it, she regretted it. "I - uh - sorry. Margaret told me about her daughters the other night. I didn't mean to interrupt..." Her voice grew small as she finished speaking, but her eyes remained locked onto Lup. She didn't care too much if her cover was blown. She needed to know about her daughters.
"W-was it one of them? The one that helped you? Were there three of them?" Her heart was beating a mile a minute. [i]'Please...'
The observer listened as Margaery explained herself, and Suiteheart's nonexistent eyebrows wrinkled together in concern. Health problems? Suite knew Margaery had a bad pair of lungs after the incident with her gardens burning down, but she had not known things were getting bad again. She silently beat herself up for not knowing, for not being there for her wife when she desperately needed her. Why was she never there when Margaery truly needed her?
A pang of sympathy for Lup washed over Suiteheart as she listened to the other explain about losing her crew and her best friend/brother. Losing siblings was a terrible thing, though Suite did not exactly understand this concept. She had had a sister, but it was not by blood. The two of them were not extremely close either, and their last interaction had been a massive fight. Still, she hoped Lup would one day be reunited with her brother.
The white feline felt a sadness tugging at her heart as she began to think of her children. Her story was similar to Margaery's. They had both searched and searched and searched. And for what? Absolutely nothing. It crushed Suiteheart more than words could describe. She wished it hadn't been this way. She could not -
"I... believe I've heard of your daughters."
Baby blue eyes grew wide as saucers. Lup... Lup had heard of them? For a few fleeting moments, her hope reignited. It was quickly extinguished when the fiery feline explained she wasn't sure where they were. What was even more crushing was the story Lup was telling about them.
Despite not wanting to admit it, she knew about her children's serial killer motives. The last time they had all been together, one of them had accidentally stabbed Suite. Things had been odd. Tense. Nothing was normal. And then they had all been separated again. She had no idea they had continued on this path. It scared her. Not for others, but for her children. Revenge was a terrifying thing, and what if someone had gotten to them first?
She resisted the urge to walk away as Lup spoke of them as monsters. She knew Lup meant no harm, but... her children were not monsters. They were lost. They were misguided. They needed help. Shaking her head ever so minutely, she continued listening to Lup speak.
Dull lilac eyes. Her heart almost stopped. Lil. It had to be. She had never met another creature with soft purple eyes. And they healed Lup as well? There was no doubt in her mind. It had to be her daughter. It had to be.
"Lil, Eli, and Lissa," Suiteheart blurted out, not thinking. As quickly as she had said it, she regretted it. "I - uh - sorry. Margaret told me about her daughters the other night. I didn't mean to interrupt..." Her voice grew small as she finished speaking, but her eyes remained locked onto Lup. She didn't care too much if her cover was blown. She needed to know about her daughters.
"W-was it one of them? The one that helped you? Were there three of them?" Her heart was beating a mile a minute. [i]'Please...'
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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