Today... Today was her birthday.

Not this body's of course, heavens knew when the form she currently occupied aged again. No, it was her spirit that had survived another rocky year and, unlike the previous birthday that she spent alone in isolation, she intended to celebrate. Her vampirism of coursed proved to be a bit tricky and after realizing that a cake was out of the equation for her to indulge in, she decided to simply make one for her clanmates. They deserved it as much as she did, if not more so. She'd be happy simply watching them.

Making it had been a challenge, but she succeeded nevertheless, thankful for the many utilities and such that the Observatory was so plentifully graced with. Now the cake rested upon the ground in the great circle, its sugary aroma taunting and teasing Marg who painstakingly remained still. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't give in. It'd kill her if she did.

[color=#b14767]"Um... It's my birthday, everyone. I made a cake for you all to share," She called out, a smile curving her lips. It was hard to believe that she had been brought onto the earth today. She had suffered through so much, lived through so much. Things had never been easy for the budding rose queen but she had persevered and she was so incredibly proud of herself for that. If she was given the opportunity to change anything, she wouldn't. She wouldn't.

[color=#b14767]"Come dig in! My treat."

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[color=#b14767]"Darling," Margaery began in greeting, the smile touching her lips only finding a way to widen, [color=#b14767]"Thank you." How strange it was to think of all she had done- of all that they had done. This was her third year of life and, though she presented herself as a younger fae simply because of circumstance, she couldn't believe she had survived thus far as brilliantly and terribly as she had. [color=#b14767]"It's okay, really. I don't like cake much anymore anyways," Confessed the chocolate point with a casual shrug of her shoulders. But there was no denying the distant look her expression adapted as she remembered her last attempt at consuming such sweet delicacy- an attempt that almost resulted in her untimely demise.

[color=#b14767]"Please," She said quietly, pushing the plate closer to her wife, [color=#b14767]"Have some for the both of us." Through their bond, she figured she could at least sense Suiteheart enjoying her cake. That'd be enough for her, really it would. [color=#b14767]"Three years of life and two years of marriage. Can you believe that you've been around for about two thirds of my entire existence? Isn't that... crazy?" She inquired, laughing. Life with Suiteheart, though riddled with challenges at times, had been the sweetest and most fulfilling existence Margaery could have ever led.

[color=#b14767]"But I want to celebrate! And I can't if nobody is eating my cake so dig in! I insist!"