our love is six feet under / private

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

Help. I lost myself again.
But I remember you.

Once upon time, Margaery had been happy.

Life had been good.

Her family had been intact.

It was in those moments that she so ignorantly believed nothing bad could ever happen. She would never lose her wife. Her children would never disappear. Her clan would still be there, and she would be the head of it all, a queen in her own right. Oh how she thought she was living the absolute dream. And, in a way, she supposed that she was. After all, no dream lasted forever- she was bound to wake up eventually... wake up and face a reality where she was completely and utterly alone.

The very realization made her sick to her stomach.

She was not made to be this empty. She was not made to be such a purposeless creature. Then why? Why was she like this? Why could she not even find it within herself to laugh much less smile or enjoy the warmth of the sun on her back or the flowers that she had once loved so dearly? Who had taken that away from her?

[color=black]"Suiteheart."

Her voice cracked.

It was selfish to blame her wife but it was true. Suiteheart had stolen what felt like Margaery's soul when she disappeared.

And she was tired. Tired of running from repressed memories, repressed feelings, tired of looking for Suite. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep until life righted itself but she couldn't. She had promises to keep to herself, so many promises, and perhaps she would never rest until each and every one of them was fulfilled.

She just wished she wasn't so damn alone though.