After a thousand years of life, of loving and hating and killing and loving again, Margaery had never expected to see a conclusion to her story. She was above death, would forever be above death, her soul indestructible and protected by the goddess Selene, her patron deity. Her savior. To her, succumbing to inevitable darkness was nothing more than something to joke about, to laugh about, to mention lightly in passing because she'd always return to her friends and her family. She had seen centuries come and she'd continue to see centuries go, never changing, but always suffering as those she loved were claimed by death. Immortality had never been a blessing, no... to Margaery, it was a burden. A curse. A disease. She had been the architect of so many disasters, had dismantled families because she was bored. Because Maarit hadn't lived and died in that sleepy viking village all those years ago.

Margaery was tired. Living was difficult when you had seen everything, done everything. She had her children and she had her wife and she had her clan and that should have been enough. And it was... it was enough until it wasn't. Until the force of her crimes, of her monstrosities, began weighing on her more and more and more and more. Until the promise of relief and peace practically took her breath away. That was where she was at now, sitting silently besides Suiteheart as she thumbed through an old photo album. She hadn't felt this light in a very long time as she leaned into the familiar warmth of her wife, relishing in the solid comfort she was provided, breath catching in her throat as the reality of what was about to happen overwhelmed her. She had been death for so long and finally, finally she was going to be free. And Bast was going to help give her that freedom.

As he entered the room, she released a faint sigh, not at all surprised to see him standing before them. "Filius meus. Dulcis puer meus. I'm just going to get to the point even though I know you're smart enough to figure all of this out," She began quietly, evenly, not at all bothered by the fact that she was giving up everything for a chance to finally rest. "We've decided that we've lived for long enough. Selene needs two sacrifices and Suite and I are going to fill those roles this month. We should have died a long time ago in retrospect. I'm glad we didn't. I'm glad I got to meet you and Hazel and Moon... all of my children... everyone here." She paused, tears filling her eyes. A smile appeared on her face though, one that hopefully communicated how ready she was, how ready she had been. "Can you help us? I think... I think you know what we need." They had to work quickly, Margaery knew that, and yet, she felt no desire to rush Bastille. She'd never see him after this night concluded, was it really so wrong of her to want to stretch out the remaining time she had with him?

"Bast... I just..." Margaery glanced at Suiteheart, finding a way to press into her wife more, using her as a grounding source. She had always been her grounding source. "I love you. I'm so proud of you. Thank you."

"Thank you so much."

"Is this all really necessary?"

Margaery's inquiry was paired with a sigh, a frown curving chocolate colored lips as she came to a halt before Thea. Fighting at a time like this seemed to benefit nobody but if it was what it was and she dared not try to stop it. Besides, maybe a fight like this one would provide a bit of much needed entertainment, especially if she viewed it as more of a spar than anything else. "At least try to fight fair," The vampiress suddenly added, "You two still are clanmates."

"I'll take one as well, love," Margaery murmured as she arrived, pausing besides her son to offer him a little bit of a smile.

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The picturesque scenery had admittedly been one of the selling points for Margaery when she had decided to join all those months ago, immediately endeared by the rolling fields of flowers and the natural beauty the territory seemed to exude. She had always felt comfortable surrounded by nature and here especially, she was able to plant and maintain a garden quite easily to further the already lovely views, another almost necessity that the vampire needed wherever she went. Tanglewood had once been of interest to her, its darkened swamps and too-long shadows once of great interest to her, but in the recent days, she had come easily to the conclusion that she'd never be happy there. The Ascendants with its lush meadows and riveting ruins was the place for her, no doubt about it.

Margaery had been wandering around when the sound of voices piqued her interest, direction changing as she decided to go and investigate. Was this stranger another joiner? Interesting. The chocolate point would fall into place besides Bast, studying Vendetta through curious blue eyes. She still wasn't used to seeing faces she hadn't in a week and a half out and about again, but it was a welcome change. A very welcome change. "Hello, love."

"Lupus paulo, you should be resting."

Margaery's voice was quiet, laced heavily with concern as she joined Ishayu and Onision on the border. She had heard about her son activating his curse while trapped within the Observatory, adding it easily to the list of things that should never had happened. If only she had fought back and refused her father... she could have been able to protect him from the gene his own grandfather had inevitably passed to him, keeping him and the rest of his siblings out of harm's way. His transformation did make her think (and worry) about how many others in her latest brood carried the curse though, the number uncertain until each of them made their first kill and either succumbed to the wolf inside of them or walked away feeling entirely normal. Being the mother to a bunch of supernatural children was not easy. Not at all.

But Margaery had no choice but to dismiss her thoughts, a gray-blue gaze focusing now upon Ishayu. "Welcome to the Ascendants, love," The girl would greet, nodding her head carefully, "My name is Margaery Mikaelson. Thank you for the gifts, they're very much appreciated." She paused for a moment, contemplating her next words before permitting one of her honeyed smiles to make a not-so-rare appearance. "How is Sunhaven? Do you need anything for your return home?"

Margaery had already been long gone by the time the Observatory had entered lockdown, somewhere far away from the Ascendants territory and hating every second of it. She hadn't expected to return only to discover Suiteheart and a handful of others, her children and the rest of her family kept away from her by whatever malfunction that initially caused all the doors to lock. It didn't help that her wife was angry at her either, leaving Margaery without her typical sources for advice - Hazel, Bastille, Cooper, and Roy. But if she was currently hearing Bast's voice, that had to mean...

Without even processing the remainder of that thought, Margaery had abandoned her seat in the shade of a tree near the Observatory to head towards its entrance, a sigh of relief spilling from parted lips the moment she saw Thea and Bast. "Oh thank goodness," She breathed, attempting to pull the latter into a hug, "Are you all okay? Are my other children okay? I'm sorry for leaving. I should never have."

Margaery had been unaware of Nero's attack on Shininglight. Regardless, she understood the implications of losing control, of giving into the insatiable hunger that plagued her day in and day out. Of course, she had learned to live with the dull ache that perpetually ailed her stomach, the desire to exchange her morals for a furious killing frenzy not as strong anymore. A hundred years ago, she certainly hadn't been able to say the same, not with all the chaos and havoc that she and Aerona wrecked upon the world. But that had been an era of Genevieve, not Margaery, and the chocolate point liked to believe that she had a little more grace than her less-than-subtle counterpart. Now, anyways.

As she approached the border, gaze weary and shoulders - surprisingly - slumped, she was immediately made aware of both the sight and sound of Nero. Chocolate-capped paws would carry her quickly to him, her blue eyes widening the moment they saw how frail and starved he appeared. No, no, that wouldn't do. He needed blood immediately. "It doesn't matter what he did," Margaery would inform softly, "Not now anyways. He needs to eat. My dear, do you need help? Please, I'll go out and get you anything you need." In truth, her offer was partly selfish- she had not indulged in the blood of another in a few days, too consumed by grief and anger over her current feud (could she call it that? She admittedly didn't know) with Suiteheart. It would be good for the both of them, she had decided, and hardly wished to wait for his confirmation on whether or not she could steal away to bring them both back something. "Other than that," She would begin, a poor attempt at distracting her mind from the inevitable need for blood, "Do you need anything else? Are you hurt? Tell me everything!"