hate me.

. ☽ ˚｡･✧ : " Wh - What !? " Taken aback, by this woman's sudden outburst while Miorine was merely talking. Softly ranting about her 'lousy father', about the practices of this school &. the want to ... escape for lack of better terms. Among other things, the pair became rather close - friendly - something the president had indeed lacked. However, unexpected by Seele to react in such a way, which is poor judgment on their end. She should have known better than to willow in self pity, to blame everything around her for what's going on - for what's ultimately wrong. Fate, &. the course of events are IN HER OWN hands, regardless of Delling Rembran's rules. Regardless of Prospera Mercury's blackmailing - or coercing of using her own daughter, Suletta, to get her way. It is sickening.

Fingers clench each other, scratching at knuckles - pinching the skin. A clear indication of frustration - although the face of confidence soon follows.

" Yeah ... You're right. Nothing's going to be fixed - or right - if I don't DO something. I'm tired of my groom HURTING. I'm tired of these adults using us. " Sternness in Miorine's voice, she'd turn to her newly acquired friend. Hand out to shake, to embrace the others with certainty.

. ☽ ˚｡･✧ : All too familiar, being used &. lied to from your parent. When they should be the one to PROTECT you, guide you down a good path of life, build you up - unfortunately in both parties cases ... their parents had done the exact opposite. Treating each other like nothing other than mere tools. No love or care had ever been poured into their beings, nothing REAL, anyway. A hand, coated in love - real love - came to grace Suletta's cheek. Basking in her warmth, being he source of COMFORT that their mother could never truly be - &. then some. Brows knit, lips' edges tug into a frown as the pilot spoke. Quick to readjust &. situate herself upon the others lap, form would lean into another, to play with a uniquely made ponytail ... Knowing how Prospera used her own daughter, so much anger filled the president's chest. More so, for the fact she couldn't do more to stop it. As if, part of this were HER OWN FAULT, too.

" I'm ... I'm sorry. "

Maybe, if Miorine hadn't been so hush - hush, maybe if she had found the words to explain it quicker ... But, that isn't fair. Miorine, like her groom, are only children among the adults. There's no point in punishing themselves for how those who're supposed to be GUARDIANS were to be mature, were to be actual protectors to the one's they've made.

Silver looks up toward her partner, examining their features, trying to offer looks of assurance. Anything that could potentially make Suletta feel less shitty about what things have come to. It's not long that her lips then purse, peppering a tan jaw line in kisses. Gently, trailing them toward their ear lobe. Nuzzling.

" Please don't call yourself that. You aren't. "

It didn't help that Miorine's made the mistake of referring to groom as an idiot from time to time. Sickened with her own choice of wording - she'd proceed to apologize for those instances, too.

" Duh, you idiot. You ARE the reason I stayed &. didn't flee to Earth, after all... " Appendages clenched white fabric, causing visible wrinkles while Miorine buried her face in the crook of groom's neck. Trying to talk about feelings isn't a strong suit here, most often the words spoken would come across harsh; uncaring. Perhaps this is the president's own naivety, expecting others to just read her mind.

. ☽ ˚｡･✧ : " Yeah, me either. But, there's just some things you must do in order to survive ... " Being in such a dire situation, put into perspective how her fiance might've been feeling at the time - smiling; likely in hopes to reassure Miorine. A blanket of comfort &. a feeling of RELIEF in the president still remaining alive. Fists balled together while lids closed for a moment, taking in the new reality of being a murderer. However, if nothing were done ... this child may have been no more.

Hypocrite.

The student offers her own smirk, one not as bright as her grooms would be, yet still there. A hand, stained with red, had been offered to help the girl up; retracted once noticing insidious liquid dripping ... breath's shaky, aggressively trying to wipe it away. The act of taking another life - be it for the greater good or not - had been quick to take its mental toll. Miorine turns away from the other, gripping hands together in attempts to calm down, walking away from the scene - of course, expecting to be left alone.

Yet, the words couldn't help but to repeat themselves;

" I'm sorry. " I'm sorry.

Nortrette Rembran

. ☽ ˚｡･✧ : The words are surreal, not something one would have ever expected to hear. Much less from her groom - or rather, ex groom. She, too, had once loved Suletta - still loves, even. But, it's silly of her to have assumed after all of the HELL she &. others put the GUNDAM Pilot through, that they'd still retain such feelings. There'd be no surprise if it's been replaced with resentment, a disdain - after all, it is something Miorine had hoped for in the end.

" ... I guess, that was our first mistake. Thinking we could've had such a blissful life together - we were nothing more than girls being dumb teenagers. "

I'm in your arms, I'm in your care.

. ☽ ˚｡･✧ : Each word struck like a bullet - multiple piercing an exposed heart. Fists balled, pressing nails so deep into each palm, she'd attempt to draw blood &. steady the anxiety welling within her chest. But, it would only be selfish to bring two halves to a whole back together. To embrace &. reassure her groom, to pepper sunset peach skin with many kisses, until she just couldn't breathe anymore. To gently caress rose tinted cheeks with those palms so desperately clawed at with nothing but comfort, someone to lean into, to feel protected in such a way only LOVE could provide.

This isn't that reality, however.

Suletta has to hate you. To despise you, you have to make her feel as if she's no longer needed. When, in all honesty, she is whom you need most of all. Someone you WANT most of all.

This is the only way to ensure she's free, out of the clutches of controlling a GUNDAM, or to be controlled by that woman - by Prospera. She has to make her own decisions, to be on her own, away from this place - this operation. For too long, has her dearly beloved been used as nothing more than a TOOL for others gain... She really is such an idiot, getting involved in everyone else's affairs. If only she hadn't gotten in the way that day - damn it. Maybe, these feelings of conflict, warmth, wouldn't have existed, this would have been EASIER for both sides to progress down this path of severed bonds.

( You can only gulp, swallowing spit &. realize just how cotton mouth you really are. ) Pinkish - tinted irises lock on to Suletta, a serious look, one usually worn around everyone. A look that hasn't been used as a mask 'round her beloved in some time ... Pale brows creased, struggled attempts to not cry - to stay strong. She has to.

" You're no longer the holder, &. you've served your purpose to me already. You helped me to achieve my goal in getting out of this hellhole, I just needed you around a little longer to ... To get my lousy father off my back. But, after what you did. How can I trust that I'll be truly safe around you? Someone who SMILES when murdering someone. How can I trust that I won't meet the same fate with you? "

More pins into the beating muscles resting within their rib cage - wanting nothing more than to rip it out, to stomp it to the ground - needing it to freeze over. To remain unfeeling. How hypocritical, as this is just what Miorine's done to someone she had been so undeserving of loving. ( This pilot, she deserved so much better than you. You are colorless, yet another parasite this girl had the misfortune of meetings, to sap her own colors. Piss - poor attempts to make another colorless, as yourself. )

My reflection winked at me again.

愛 ) ... red colored sentiments appear so beautiful . / dyn - suleitta

誇 ) ... embodiment of distortion . / in chara

誇 ) ... to strangle my colorless self . / inspo