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Genevieve was about as mindful as she was artistic in the sense that she was not. Period. Art bored her, as did respecting people’s carefully placed boundaries, and more often than not, the chocolate point found herself possessing a general disregard towards others and their creations. All that really mattered to the assassin was herself, her next victim, and Aerona. There was no room in her cold heart for anything else (especially not something as tedious as art). Still, she possessed a great deal of knowledge on the subject from Margaery’s fascination with the finer, lovelier things in life. She knew when something was considered good and she also knew (with painful awareness) when something was absolutely awful.

As she looked upon the terribly-colored paint Bastilleprisoner was smearing upon the bunker walls, she didn’t even have to rely upon Margaery’s immense knowledge to know that it was absolutely horrendous. What exactly was he doing and for what reason? She tried to understand the motive but was far too easily distracted by the strange dynamic that had flared between the pair and Imperia’s arrival. [color=#b14767]”When’s the wedding?” She inquired, voice laced with faux innocence. Potentially a touchy subject, but she didn’t care. These individuals meant nothing to her and, had it not been for Margaery, she would have killed them the first chance she got. [color=#b14767]”Oh! Am I invited? I’d make an excellent maid of honor,” She continued, laughing wildly. Who cared if she made others uncomfortable? That was, after all, her one desire in life.

Her attention flickered to the she wolf, a predatory gleam entering copper eyes as she studied her carefully. Gentle. Thoughtful. Kind. Gods above this creature reminded her of Maarit. Too bad the ancient part of Margaery was too busy laying temporarily dormant in the back of her mind- the pair would be probably be instantly endeared by one another. [color=#b14767]”Is everyone an artist in this dumb clan?” She instead opted to inquire, scoffing, [color=#b14767]”My favorite thing to paint with is blood but you all probably frown upon that here.” A little edgy? Probably. Did she care?

A question to answer the question: when did she ever?