margaery mikaelson-folie

[color=#b09090]”I’m home.”

The words fell from breathless lips, a hardly audible proclamation laced with hesitance, fear. A promise. She had made a promise. And yet, as the wolf - no, mountain lion... no, ocelot- no, chocolate point crossed the border, she could only feel the haunting remnants of her now forgotten vow. Something had changed in her, her quickly shifting form indicative of a new sign of unrest. Each facet of herself was fighting for control and with their struggle, came a certain unshakeable confusion. He hadn’t wanted her to return to this place, he had insisted that she remain by his side. Together, they were unstoppable- the king and his princess forged from fire and steel and blood. But something had beckoned her back, something that caused sharpened claws to close around the ring her father wore around his neck, pulling it until it tore from its chain and then, was added to hers. The blue of the lapis gleamed brightly now, its twin - her mother’s - by its side.

She was missing something, Margaery knew that. Her soul felt hollow, empty, stripped of emotion and love and life. But her mind was blank, that wholesome understanding of her other half gone. She was supposed to do something, but she couldn’t quite put a pin on what that something was. She would sigh, shifting her position from where she stood, afraid to take another step forward. There were fading scents all around her that caused mild alarm to flare in her chest. Family. Was her family still here? But then again, who was her family?  She had her mother and her father and her aunts and uncles and her children and... there it was again, that inescapable feeling of something missing. She couldn’t understand why her mind was so foggy, why Genevieve seemed to wash her in wave after wave of satisfaction, why Maarit kept begging over and over for Erlend...

[color=#b09090]”Who’s Erlend?”

Automatically (and much to both her amazement and horror), a warm completeness blossomed in her chest, leaving her even more perplexed as she blinked dark gray eyes. Erlend. That name resonated deeply within her, echoing over and over again in her mind and leaving her only with some strange and melancholy ache. Maarit’s voice was loud now, chanting over and over for her to “turn it on”. Desperate, her counterpart was desperate, now struggling to assume control as her lithe form twisted and morphed into something awful. The chestnut colored wolf shook her massive head, eyes fluttering shut. Maarit didn’t have much time, she knew that. She needed to reignite the bond. Suiteheart was the only one who could bring Margaery back.

Maarit searched until she found it, that tiny link that connected her soul to Erlend’s- Margaery’s soul to Suite’s. Like a light switch, she flipped it on, ears pinning against her head as emotion after emotion flooded her senses.  It hurt, gods above it hurt, the full weight of her betrayal weighing heavily upon her now. She had left Suite even though she promised that she never would- she had forsaken that one, tiny vow... she had done the one thing that, in a thousand years neither of them had before.

This wasn’t like a lie, this was a total betrayal of trust. But the more she tried to grasp that fragile concept, the more it slipped out of her reach. Her wife’s face - that lopsided smile, those baby blue eyes - was fading from her mind. [color=#b09090]”Mea vita, I’m sorry...” But what was she sorry for? Her thoughts were so jumbled that they were barely decipherable. Margaery knew that her father was behind this but for some reason, she felt no anger or hatred towards him. Only some innate desire to find her missing piece and keep her face from fading completely from her memory. Why? Why was this happening? What had he done to her?

Margaery, once again a feline, fluctuated from feeling everything and nothing, the world suddenly spinning faster and faster around her. Someone should have found her by now, someone should have heeded her call and come to greet her. Where was everyone? Had they forgotten about her? Was Suiteheart still here? Or had she taken their children and left because Margaery had abandoned her? No. No. No. No. What had he made her do? She understood for a fleeting second, and then her scrambled thoughts left her feeling blindly for the truth. Suiteheart... oh gods.... what had she done?

But the more she tried to think of her wife, the darker her thoughts grew. She detected a certain bitterness, one that could not be shaken. Murderer... she wasn’t the murderer- Suiteheart was. Time after time after time her wife had been her downfall, striking her down where she stood without hesitance. And regardless of what happened - of what she did - Margaery always crawled back to her. But that wasn’t right, was it? These feelings were misconstrued, placed in her head and heart against her will. She and Suite were soulmates- their very entities had been practically combined over the centuries. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say they were two bodies that separated one soul. So why was a part of her still clouded with doubt?

[color=#b09090]”Is anybody out there? Please... Suite... Bast... Somebody?”

She couldn’t do this. Where was everyone?

(this is AWFUL bc i wrote it over a series of days in my free time, i’m excited to be back though!!)

SUITE
HEART

For about a week - which now felt like an eternity - hot, angry coals seemed to rest in her chest. They burned brightly, hungrily. They urged her to destroy herself and everything else around her. The loss of her wife and the bond meant Suiteheart was without an anchor and reason. She was impulsive. Dangerous. Quick-tempered. The necklace-like scar that roped around her throat felt like it was on fire, but nothing she did could quell the flames on her throat or in her heart.

More than once, she had almost blown up. The only things stopping her were the undeniable exhaustion and sadness that tugged so heavily on her bones and soul... and Margaery's subtle appearances whenever she felt it necessary. Suiteheart wasn't sure what made her more upset: the fact that Margaery had severed the bond or the fact that whenever she ignited it (if only for seconds at a time), Margy still had control over her. A puppet - that's what she felt like.

The third day had caused her baby blue eyes to morph into that hauntingly beautiful shade of amber. She was hungry and enraged, and just to spite Margaery, she wasn't feeding properly. To add, she had too much to worry about. She had to get inside to save her friends and family. She also had to take care of those on the outside. She felt isolated in this. Even with all the help she was getting, the white feline felt so alone.

The severed bond made her disgustingly hollow. It was like she had been cut in half; she felt incomplete.

She hated it.

Suiteheart had taken a moment to herself, drawn to the ocean by its promise of respite. The endless crash of the waves lulled her into something akin to solace, but before she could fully accept it, a spark burned to life in her mind, body, and soul. The bond. Everything came crashing down at once in the most intense avalanche she had felt since the emergence of her past lives. Amber eyes were practically glowing as she sat, unmoving. The white feline was swallowed up in the torrent, and without realizing it, her water elemental powers activated.

A massive wall of water rose and rose and rose into the sky as she heard Margaery's Latin pet-name. The tidal wave of emotions inside of her manifested into the outside world, and in that moment, she was prepared to sink every inch of the territory until it was washed away. "I'm sorry," Margaery claimed. No. No. She wasn't sorry. The water crashed back into its place in a mighty fashion. The ocean sprayed everything around Suiteheart, drenching the beach front.

As Suiteheart rose from her seated position, the wet sand underneath paw fizzled and burn, the water evaporating at an intense rate. Each pawstep caused a sizzle-like sound to emerge, and as she moved onward, a path of dry steps could be seen.

It took her only a few moments to reach Margaery at the border, and all she could do was stare. A thousand different emotions rolled over her features. Confusion, sadness, and fury were repeat offenders, but the look that finally cemented itself upon her face was that of betrayal. "Nice of you to show back up finally. Nik decide he was bored?" the Admiral hissed in question through gritted teeth. "How've you been?" The tone of her voice was evident that she didn't much care for the answer.

The grass underneath her paws shriveled up and died as her powers leeched the water away only to evaporate it. It continued on until she was standing in a small circle of dead grass, and then, the ring slowly began to spread out further. She was raging inside, but kept outwardly calm by the presence of Margaery. Staring into those storm-gray eyes was the only thing keeping her rooted into place.

© [color=black]MADI

[size=9pt]"Fangs?"

Had everyone disappeared while he'd been gone? It seemed that hoards were returning from wherever they'd gone. He was almost glad, because it meant that they weren't stuck inside that cesspool of a Observatory. Maybe now their territory wouldn't be so suffocatingly quiet.

Margaery looks lost. Moon wonders what she got up to, while she was away, and why she left in the first place. Didn't she have a whole family to take care of, here? What was she doing going off? He decided it must have been something important, and was ultimately none of his business. His main worry was that she didn't look so good, but, then again, neither did he. "You good, Marg?" He asks, but his words fade slightly near they end as he sees Suiteheart approach and visibly quietens himself and steps back, because shit is about to go down. He can feel it.