pumpkin pie, sugar plum ★ p, margy

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She should have anticipated the question.

Of course people were concerned for her well-being. She saw it in their faces... in Shay's worried glances. She had properly shut down without really anticipating what came next and now that she was being asked why, she felt as if she was somehow betraying Bast by revealing the real cause of her melancholy. She cared too much for the boy, that much was known, and though he had effectively destroyed her delicate perception of herself, she still couldn't find it in herself to entirely fault him. She was a monster. Her family had made sure of that. Could she honestly blame Bast if he was just telling the truth?

Margaery was silent as Hazel brushed her hair, fiddling with her necklaces once more and attempting to find the words that properly conveyed the situation. [color=#b14767]"Well," She began softly, [color=#b14767]"Bast said some unkind things to me." There was no anger. No rage. Not even frustration. Just a bitter weariness.  [color=#b14767]"He told me that I'm an awful mother... or well, not a mother at all," Her voice grew increasingly more distant as she spoke, her figure stiffening, [color=#b14767]"He also told me that I... I ruin lives and that was why Lily, my daughter, had her memories of me erased. He said that I was just going to ruin your life too. Staying away seemed like my only option."

A few tears had begun to accumulate in the corners of her eyes but she was too busy fumbling with her mother's ring to even attempt to wipe them away. [color=#b14767]"I'm a monster, love, not a mother. I guess he was just bringing me back to reality."