I’LL BE GOOD | open + #gaymoms

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Mother's Day was a bit of a sore subject for Margaery.

She didn't feel like a mother - not anymore- and though she had many children, the sands of time and the remorseless claws of death had all but claimed them. The only one that seemed to remain was Lilyspoise and she... she hated Margaery. There would be no celebrations for her successes as a mother with that knowledge so freshly dispensed upon the chocolate point.

Or so she thought.

When an NPC found her and insisted she head to her gardens per Bastillepaw's request, she didn't know what to think. She cared deeply for Bast and, try as she might to not get too attached to someone again, had indirectly begun thinking of him as a sort of son. The garden incident still hurt her and she still bore the obvious wounds from the flames, but she had resolved into extending him her forgiveness. He hadn't meant it... he would never willingly hurt her like that.

And so, with a curious (and overwhelmingly tired) expression, Margaery picked her way to the remains of her garden. She hadn't been expecting much- maybe a small rose planted as a symbol of peace, as a symbol that they would move past this. When she saw the bushes and flowers she couldn't have been more pleasantly surprised.

[color=#b14767]"Bast... Bast what's all this?" She inquired softly, suddenly fighting off the urge to cry. Had he... had he actually done this for her? She could hardly believe it.