WANNABE | open, joining

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[um i love blake already thanks for coming to my ted talks]

For all the times Bastille thought he was destroying the dreams and hopes of Starrynight by leading, Suiteheart would be there with a reassuring smile and her kind, motherly words. Leading was difficult, and it was even worse when you were young and drowning in grief. She knew, in her heart, that the newly appointed Astral Seraph had it within him to be a good leader. He just need to see that within himself. And until then, Suiteheart would gladly patch up any holes in this ship, never allowing water to seep in and drag them down.

The ivory feline padded forward, baby blues checking up on Blake. They seemed interesting, and she was so fucking pleased they had recognized the scent markers at the border. That was, like, maybe the second one in a week or two. God bless them, she thought. "Hey, Blake. The name's Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson. That's a mouthful, though, so you can call me Suite." As she spoke, she stepped beside Bastille, hoping her appearance would be enough to offer him some sort of relief.
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