don't let me let you down / ooc task & 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"]The first emotion that found its way to her was confidence. After a week of feeling nothing but fear and anger and sadness, this emotion blindsided her. Her own emotions often reflected Margaery's as their bond was so tightly knit, but as of late, they were two separate entities again, only barely feeling the others emotions and thoughts. That being said, as she stewed in her own feelings of hopelessness, this new self-assurance filled her with something akin to hope.

Curiosity tugged at her now. Margaery would not have so easily allowed Suite to feel this way out of the kindness of her heart - not anymore. The pair used to think of happy and good things before sending it out into their bond so the other might experience some relief. But now? Now that was a simple memory that was all but forgotten.

As Suiteheart made her way toward her wife, she felt tears well up in her eyes. She could not explain the reasons for this, but she knew it was from Margaery. The tears were accompanied by self-hatred, and it made the polar bear quicken her pace. And all at once, she could hear singing.

The Starstruck Guardian stopped completely. Margaery was singing? Some strange emotion rose up inside her. Bittersweeness, she supposed, but she couldn't be sure. It had been so long since she had heard her wife sing. It had to have been a couple of years at least. The thought crafted an ache in her heart, and the only remedy would be to listen to the rest of the song. So the large creature picked up her feet and slowly continue onward.

Acceptance and enjoyment found her next, and Suiteheart felt relief course through her soul. Margaery was okay. Or she was beginning to be okay. That simple affirmation made her feel so much better about everything, and she half wondered if she should stay away to not ruin these feelings. She wanted her wife to be happy and at ease, and her sudden appearance might shatter whatever fragile peace Margy had accumulated by singing... But she had to try, didn't she?

Didn't she?

"I miss hearing you sing," Suiteheart murmured, voice low, soft, loving. As she gazed upon the chocolate point, there was nothing in her eyes except love. Unconditional. True. The being before her meant the most to her, and it mortally wounded Suite for the simple fact that she could not be with Margaery without destroying her completely. She was so very sorry. All she did was take, take, take from her wife: take her happiness, take her peace, take her life from so long ago. It made Suiteheart want to break down in tears, but she upheld her facade.