▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀
(I'M CRYING THAT'S SUCH A BIG MOOD)
Where Hazel's room was full of life (or working towards such), Margaery's had only the basics. There were no pictures or paintings on her walls and even decorations that would give away that it was indeed the rose queen who occupied the space were nonexistent. She usually was all about those sorts of things as well, dedicating hours to pouring her personality in the room that she would have no choice but to call home. This was a different situation and the chocolate point, unmotivated beyond belief, felt that there was nothing she could add to this desolate, lonely room that would ever liven it up.
Perhaps she had too high of standards. She and Suite had shared the most darling of cottages before everything had fallen apart. It was a place that exuded life and happiness, a place with smiling pictures of the pair and their friends and their family scattered on every wall. Roses and geraniums had bloomed out front and their porch had been the place of many singing and storytelling sessions. Compared to that warmth, this room was nothing but a prison cell.
She spent next to no time in it too, preferring to sleep underneath the stars in her newly-planted garden. She found herself constantly wishing that she and Suiteheart didn't have to pretend- that they could pick a room together and make it a place of happiness again. Right now though, that was an impossible desire and she had to push it to the far corners of her head. They were running from a past full of pain, they couldn't reveal their identities yet, not when the fear of the unknown still loomed over them.
But for whatever reason, Margaery was in her room today, staring blankly at the untouched off-white walls. At her paws, rested a picture of she and Suiteheart and, to its left, another of she and the souls. It was one of the only two she could salvage and, determined, had brought both with her. She didn't care who saw them, not after realizing that nobody would enter her room unless she personally permitted and so, with that in mind, made quick work of hanging them up right above her sleeping area. "Well that looks a little better,"
She said with a quick nod, scanning the desolate space with unimpressed eyes.
As much as her distaste for it stood, she truly did need to brighten the place up. It was much too dark for her and that was saying something considering her sensitivity to bright lights.
She was close to beginning when she heard the sound of furniture moving and a voice humming. It appeared that she was not the only one with home improvement plans in mind. Abandoning her room, she located the sound of the source, peering inside to discover that it was Hazel who had decided to add some pizzazz to her living place. "Hello,"
She greeted casually, gray gaze darting between the colt and the girl, "Margaery, if you don't remember."
She had been so engrossed in the pair and what they were doing that she hadn't realized that her real name had slipped. She was weary though- weary of this facade, weary of this game, weary of lying. And besides, Hazel didn't strike her as a malicious creature. If there was anyone she trusted with this secret, it would be her.