TO THE STARS WHO LISTEN / open, gifts

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Suiteheart, all the while, had felt everything. The subtle notes of happiness through the day were welcomed with open arms not only because it made herself feel better but because she knew her wife was content. The joy she had felt in recent days was not because of her own heart and mind, no, it was from Margaery. The high spirits the chocolate point was in had even lifted the polar bear's mood as she was still somewhat gloomy from being in this state. Even so, Suite's mood shift was noticeable.

Both of them actually seemed... happy. Throughout their time in the Ascendants, terrible thoughts and deeds had plagued their existence (some self made, others fated instances). Now, however, things appeared to be looking skyward. Suite hoped it remained that way with all her heart. She and her wife deserved to be at some sort of peace, dammit.

Lumbering forward at her beloved's call, the large creature would sit down beside Hazel, trying not to smile at Bastillepaw's words. The boy was true; Haze and Mira were surely the only ones actually deserving of a gift. She did laugh a bit at Hazel's response, and Suite couldn't help but wonder what "bad" thing her favorite golden girl had done. "Ah, come on now, Basty Boy. I think we've all been good lately," Suite replied, smiling.

Dark eyes fell on her wife, curiosity glittering deep within their obsidian depths. Suite had been trying to not listen to their bond in order to be surprised at whatever gift her wife might have for her, and she had succeeded in keeping everything under wraps. The Cosmic General was very eager to see what sort of present her wife had thought to give her. She smiled. Oh, how she smiled in wonder and happiness and love.
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