05-07-2018, 09:43 PM
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MARGAERY MIKAELSON
"Darling, I'm sorry but I'm glad I'm not you."
She felt hopeless.
No.
Correction.
She was hopeless.
Weak. Selfish. Awful. Beastly.
The charming, honeyed queen she once resembled was nothing more than a distant memory, a picturesque being that resembled good times... not these times, these terrible, terrible times. The sickness in her lungs had only intensified and the sickness in her heart (for she could not refer to the emptiness in any other way) had followed suit. What had happened to her? When had her life snowballed so much that now she was but a prisoner to her own actions...? And thoughtless actions they were.
So desperately did Margaery want to turn herself over to her instincts and be reduced to nothing but a feral, blood-driven beast. It would be easier that way, she couldn't hurt Suiteheart anymore that way. She would be free of responsibility. Of commitment. She would finally make her father and mother proud. There was something heartening in that prospect, a little part of her still so attached to the idea of satisfying someone. She had never been enough.
Not for Lilyspoise and Lissa and Eli.
Not for Suiteheart.
Not even for her old and new clanmates alike.
At least being a monster would fulfill somebody's expectations of her.
But she couldn't think that way. She couldn't leave Suiteheart that way.
As much as she desired an escape, she was acutely aware of the state her wife was in. Stressed beyond belief, being abandoned would do no one any good and so, Margaery had to continue to fight. She was worried though, while mentally she could put up a struggle, lack of care and treatment had left her physical form fatigued and ill. Every breath was a rasp and she appeared skinnier now- her thin form shaking. Blood had been difficult to come by because of the simple fact that she couldn't move fast enough to ensnare anyone and her eyes reflected that- no longer tumultuous storms, but rather foreboding pools of crimson.
She was a mess.
That much had been decided.
But she was lost. Misguided. Alone.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"The casualties were her hope and her sanity, a damaging calamity of fragile ideals being washed away."
She felt hopeless.
No.
Correction.
She was hopeless.
Weak. Selfish. Awful. Beastly.
The charming, honeyed queen she once resembled was nothing more than a distant memory, a picturesque being that resembled good times... not these times, these terrible, terrible times. The sickness in her lungs had only intensified and the sickness in her heart (for she could not refer to the emptiness in any other way) had followed suit. What had happened to her? When had her life snowballed so much that now she was but a prisoner to her own actions...? And thoughtless actions they were.
So desperately did Margaery want to turn herself over to her instincts and be reduced to nothing but a feral, blood-driven beast. It would be easier that way, she couldn't hurt Suiteheart anymore that way. She would be free of responsibility. Of commitment. She would finally make her father and mother proud. There was something heartening in that prospect, a little part of her still so attached to the idea of satisfying someone. She had never been enough.
Not for Lilyspoise and Lissa and Eli.
Not for Suiteheart.
Not even for her old and new clanmates alike.
At least being a monster would fulfill somebody's expectations of her.
But she couldn't think that way. She couldn't leave Suiteheart that way.
As much as she desired an escape, she was acutely aware of the state her wife was in. Stressed beyond belief, being abandoned would do no one any good and so, Margaery had to continue to fight. She was worried though, while mentally she could put up a struggle, lack of care and treatment had left her physical form fatigued and ill. Every breath was a rasp and she appeared skinnier now- her thin form shaking. Blood had been difficult to come by because of the simple fact that she couldn't move fast enough to ensnare anyone and her eyes reflected that- no longer tumultuous storms, but rather foreboding pools of crimson.
She was a mess.
That much had been decided.
But she was lost. Misguided. Alone.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"The casualties were her hope and her sanity, a damaging calamity of fragile ideals being washed away."
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