07-12-2018, 01:01 AM
(Edited 07-12-2018, 01:02 AM by Suiteheart.)
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HEART
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French. The words that greeted her almost sent a chill down Suitheart's spine. The last time she had spoken French - minus the cute pet names she called those she cared for -, had been when she had fought with Bastilleprisoner. The memory was bitter and terrible, and she pushed it as far down as she could. Suite didn't want to think about ruining relationships. No. No, she couldn't think about them.
The white feline emerged from the scenery, stopping at Hazel's other side. Noting the worry that rolled off her golden girl in waves, the white feline cast a concerned look her way. She could only imagine what was running through the other's head as Suite remembered their conversation all those weeks ago. Deciding not remind Haze of those things, she instead would work as a translator. "She said, 'Hello. Is there someone there?' And Margaery replied, 'My name is Margaery. What happened, love?'" Unease entered her gaze as she wondered what Karma would say had transpired. Suite decided she would censor the answer for Hazel, if needed.
Turning to the four-eyed creature, the deputy called, "Je m'appelle Suiteheart. Tu besoin aller chez le guérisseuse." Her voice was gentle as she looked over the wounds the other carried. "My name is Suiteheart. You need to go to the healer," she repeated in English.
The white feline emerged from the scenery, stopping at Hazel's other side. Noting the worry that rolled off her golden girl in waves, the white feline cast a concerned look her way. She could only imagine what was running through the other's head as Suite remembered their conversation all those weeks ago. Deciding not remind Haze of those things, she instead would work as a translator. "She said, 'Hello. Is there someone there?' And Margaery replied, 'My name is Margaery. What happened, love?'" Unease entered her gaze as she wondered what Karma would say had transpired. Suite decided she would censor the answer for Hazel, if needed.
Turning to the four-eyed creature, the deputy called, "Je m'appelle Suiteheart. Tu besoin aller chez le guérisseuse." Her voice was gentle as she looked over the wounds the other carried. "My name is Suiteheart. You need to go to the healer," she repeated in English.
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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