[b]MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

In the wake of turmoil, Margaery often times resorted to one of two things: she could either permit Genevieve to make a grand reappearance and absolutely dazzle everyone with her startling lack of charm or find herself surrounded by copious amounts of alcohol. For everyone's sake, the woman had opted for the section option, her entire wine cellar practically on display in the Grand Circle as she wandered about throwing decorations everywhere and setting up a radio to play music. While getting drunk alone and in the comfort of her own room would have been preferable, she couldn't run the risk of memories and thoughts consuming her. Being around people... it seemed to be her only real option. She had set out food too, and drinks that lacked any alcoholic content could be found close to them. Sodas, chips, fruits, appetizer-esque snacks- she had accumulated them all. It was a shame she couldn't even stand to taste them without ruining her body.

Running a hand through her hair, Margaery sat back and surveyed her work. Hopefully her clanmates enjoyed the concept of a party. These types of things - and the planning of them - were typically her mother's forte but she had succeeded in channeling just the right amount of Caroline to pull this all off. Now, she could drink in peace without worry all while music of her choosing played softly in the background.

Fetching a cup of wine (she didn't dare put out any of her expensive glasses- red solo cups were her go to for tis event), she sat down and took a long sip. The alcohol made her chest feel warm and she found herself contently sighing. All she was missing were her friends but this was the Ascendants- nobody was alone for very long.

(human aus are fun and i'm addicted thanks for coming to my ted talk)

[b]suiteheart folie-mikaelson . ecliptic admiral . the ascendants . tags

Parties were a toss up, for Bastille. Sometimes he could get through them without so much as a blimp on the radar, finding that socializing with a drink was easier than not: no one wasted as much time with small talk, and he hated small talk. Real conversations he could do, and shockingly, real conversations seemed to crop up at parties abundantly. Other times, though... Other times he could taste vodka on his tongue even when he wasn't drinking, a haze of blurry memories shifting rapidly through his thoughts. Sometimes he'd put a hand on someone's arm to nudge his way past them, trying not to knock them over or to warn them he was close, and there'd be far too many sensory memories that he didn't want. He could never be certain which scenario he would be dealing with.

With a yawn, he slid his hands into his pockets as he strolled up to Margy. He didn't so much as acknowledge Suiteheart, which was custom these days, and greeted idly, "Hey, Margy. Is this my intervention party with you give me wine and tell me to stop detoxing?" The words were laced with amusement, and it was funnier because he could feel the burn for wine even then, the itch under his skin.

[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS