NO LIGHT / open

[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 had never thought she would miss the smell of blood. After the death of her beloved wife, the scent all but disappeared from her life. As haunting and even odd as it was, she missed knowing Margaery was hunting again. She missed so many things about the chocolate point that it was overwhelming. And while Lunafreya had spent her day organizing her room and doing work, Suite had spent it alone, curled up in a cold bed.

She wasn't sure what had spurred her, but she had moved. Her pawsteps had taken her in the direction of Luna's room, perhaps drawn by the smell of blood. A part of her shattered being was hoping to find Margaery there, pulled forward by her literal bloodlust. When she lingered in the doorway, dull baby blues searching the room, she was let down yet again by finding no signs of her soulmate. Tears burned her eyes for the thousandth time that day, but she did not let them fall. Instead, she pushed them down.

"Hey, Luna," the Ecliptic Admiral rasped in the threshold of the room. "What're you up to?" Suiteheart hoped the other wasn't too preoccupied. She was scared to be alone. And while she usually would have run for Cooper, he had not been in his room.