MAKE ME FEEL AGAIN | OPEN, NEW BODY

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[color=#b14767]”Perhaps the better question is what the bloody hell has Margaery done to me? Though I don’t mind the adjustment, she’s quiet now, probably sleeping,” Genevieve drawled halfway innocently, a cheshire grin expanding upon tanned lips. She was pleasantly surprised to be so liberated, so untethered, from Margaery. This new body with all of its speed and strength would be the closest thing to her own entity that Genevieve would ever get, she was sure of it. But she seriously doubted that she would even be permitted to enjoy the form without being bombarded with inquiries pertaining to their precious Margaery. They hadn’t gotten it through their thick skulls that they were the same person yet? Ugh. What sort of company did her counterpart keep?

Before even making a move to address their demands, she permitted a copper hued gaze to fall upon Church, that venomous smile of hers not once wavering. [color=#b14767]”Necessary adjustments, sugar. Do you like what you see?” She hummed, suddenly endeared with the idea of flirting right in front of her wife. She had no ties to Suiteheart and no love for her either. As far as she was present and in control, she’d flirt and speak to whoever she pleased.

A tail would be flicked casually, following an exasperated sigh as Genevieve finally decided to address the matter at hand. She opened her mouth to speak but found that Bast had beaten her to the punch. Was he actually defending her? Interesting. [color=#b14767]”I wish I was a separate entity, but we are one person. One soul. One being. Sorry to disappoint,” She trilled, though there was no denying her newfound (and incredibly muted) appreciation for the boy Margaery considered her son. [color=#b14767]”You lot have been horribly unpleasant to me anyways, if it were in my realm of capability, why would I even want to return her? None of you deserve her, especially you, Suiteheart,” Genevieve continued almost boredly. All she wanted to do now was use her new body to kill, preferably her clanmates. But she couldn’t do that, not when she was actually attempting to behave. [color=#b14767]”Maybe you all should listen to the brat,” She continued easily, an aimless shrug accompanying her words, [color=#b14767]”He is your seraph, is he not?”