Anyone who knew Margaery knew of her love for wine. Besides Suiteheart and her children, it was her favorite thing in the world- made even better only by the addition of blood. She had expensive tastes too, refusing to touch anything that was even close to under a hundred dollars in worth. Was that a bit... much? Oh yes, most definitely. Did she care? Not at all. Her family had spoiled her her entire life, giving her anything her heart desired and indulging her with the finest of wines from all over the world. It wasn’t really her fault that, in the times that the Mikaelsons weren’t completely transfixed with the idea of power and murder, they decided to ruin their single daughter’s appreciation for cheaper things.

Presently, the chocolate point was relaxing in the Observatory, a bottle of rosé to her left and a bottle of blood to her right. In her paws, a glass rested, her wonderful combination coming to life within it. This was a good idea - a very good idea - and the amusement in her copper eyes said as much. She could feel the affects of the alcohol already, causing her to feel as if she was floating on cloud nine. Being pregnant had sucked. Dying had sucked. Making a deal with Selene... well, it hadn’t sucked... but still.

She needed this.

Really, she did.

Well, the past few days have certainly been stressful for the Ascendants. It's always difficult to loose someone you love or care about. In those few days, Roy was in mourning for his friend, but in the same time, he felt concern towards Suiteheart. Suiteheart was Margaery's wife, Suiteheart clearly loved Margaery with all of her heart, and she lost her in childbirth. Roy tried his hardest to be there for Suite, give her as much or even more support she gave him with Hughes, but she didn't let him in. His concern only grew from there, but thankfully it didn't have to last forever. Margaery returned, though it left him in questions that couldn't seem to be answered. He wishes he could know how Margaery came back to life, as much as he understands that it's really her and not Envy, the Alchemist was still having a hard time wrapping around the idea that the dead can come back in this world. He wasn't sure how she did it, and wasn't confident that he'd be figuring it out any time soon.

This must also be a stressful situation for Margaery. She died after the birth of her children, left Suiteheart to raise their kittens by herself, and managed to return home. Roy has no idea what Margaery could have possibly done to get a second chance at life. When it was asked, no affirmative answers were given. It seemed like she didn't want to give them answers, maybe the answer was too dangerous for them to know. Perhaps you may only discover the way to come back to life once you're dead- similar to discovering the truth, but only at the gate.

Roy was limping his way into the Observatory, returning from a short walk, when he spotted Margaery relaxing. He noticed the bottle of wine at her left and a bottle of blood at her right, as well as the glass at her paws. While Roy thinks about it, a glass of wine wouldn't be a bad idea. These past few weeks have been stressful- all the way to Hughes death, to his accident, and finally the death and return of Margaery(also, those raptors weren't helping his stress levels either). So the Flame Alchemist found himself padding over to the chocolate point feline, his blue gaze landing on her. "Would you happen to have a spare glass?" Roy spoke up with a flick of his ear, with his usual confident(perhaps some would say cocky) tone.

Margaery took another sip of her blood-wine concoction as Roy arrived, a faint smile tugging on her lips when she realized that he wished to join her. Drinking wine was fun but drinking wine in the company of others was priceless. There wasn’t anything quite like a good conversation and an even better glass of alcohol, that was for sure, and as both Suite and Bast appeared, she figured that she was going to get much more than she had initially bargained for. It was no matter, each new face that decided to sit down and stay awhile provided her with a new distraction from the shadows that were clouding the back of her mind. Genevieve, as always, hissed to her, begging for control. They were more fused than they had been in the past but Margaery still treated the monster like a delicate flame. She’d be making no special appearances as long as Margaery was around.

The Lunar Lieutenant could feel her wife’s hesitance through the bond, a brief frown appearing upon her face as she fixated her copper gaze upon her. [color=#b14767]”It’s okay, love. I promise I won’t go wild,” She assured softly. She had initially planned on sending the message down the bond but thought against it- the words came better from her mouth, not her mind. Glancing at Bast, she watched as he first conjured Roy a glass and then himself, a sweeter choice than her own dryer rosé. Margaery had initially been tempted to opt for something far sweeter than she had, but the blood she added made the drink perfect- sweet and wonderful with that little bite of copper. [color=#b14767]”It certainly is. Cheers!” She exclaimed brightly, the smile on her lips and gleam in her eye not betraying the mental torment she was currently faced with. She refused to make her issues a public manner, not with alcohol in her system and Suite - who hated alcohol - nearby. She’d simply continue to play the role of the happy-to-be-Alive girl who was given a second chance at life. What else could she do?

Just as she was about to take another sip, her attention was piqued by the arrival of Aaliyah. A child? Oh dear. Typically, she wouldn’t be too perturbed by the presence of someone young, but the tiny wildcat could barely talk let alone be exposed to adult-behavior such as this one. At least she seemed to gravitate towards Roy who, in her experience, was one of the most responsible people she knew. [color=#b14767]”Hm... hello, little one. How are you today?” She finally inquired, deciding not to mention the alcohol. For all the child knew, it was just special juice that only adults could touch. Yeah... that was perfect.