EVERMORE :: open, trespasser

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[color=#b14767]"I want a dagger."

The fae's voice was as quiet as it was dangerous, an edge lacing her unwavering words. She was perhaps the last person anybody anticipated to desire a weapon and yet, here she was, stormy gray eyes trained upon the massive canine. With all  that had happened as of late - good and bad -, Margaery had taken to hunting more and more. Her bloodlust was still manageable yes, but there was something utterly intoxicating about feeding all the time. It proved to be a better distraction than alcohol ever was. Tooth and claw only did so much though, and without proper weaponry, the Starstruck Guardian risked harming herself. Of course, she had sustained a few minor scratches here and there, but nobody expected the pretty, soft girl with the quiet voice and charming smiles to be capable of claiming a life so rarely did she ever encounter any real fight. She relished in that element of surprise and even further in what possibilities possessing a dagger would open for her. She supposed now, it was just a matter of price.

[color=#b14767]"Margaery Mikaelson," She greeted in that same voice, permitting one of her honeyed smiles to grace her features, [color=#b14767]"It's a pleasure." The chocolate point would pause for a moment, collecting and organizing her thoughts before continuing, [color=#b14767]"What's your price for such a thing?" Obviously it wouldn't be free, she just hoped that he wasn't of the unreasonable variety. Margaery had much to offer, yes, but she wasn't so sure if she was willing to part with the things that held sentimental value to her. She supposed that that all came down to Zjarr. He'd name a price and she'd try to meet it. Simple as that.