oh, my heart, it became so hardened / open, mutation

[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"]Holy shit. People just... volunteered to give Margaery their blood? Something stirred inside Suiteheart that was equal parts relief and worry, causing an odd look to paint her face. She wanted Margaery to eat something, yes, but she was not sure if Margy had the ability to control herself just yet. It worried her. Deeply.

But Margaery was her wife. She needed to take care of her. The white feline opened her mouth to offer her name instead of everyone else's, but Bastillepaw was already slicing into his arm. Suite's mouth hung slightly agape at that. Kid was all actions and no words. She respected it, but she couldn't help but worry.

When Margaery's stormy blue eyes shifted into that haunting red color, she knew she had to do something. Thinking quick on her feet, she would try to push Bastillepaw out of the way so that Margery's fangs would sink into her flesh in place of his. She loved that kid, and she did not want to see him hurt if things turned sour... She just hoped her movements were quick enough.
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