05-15-2018, 11:27 AM
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Some are born beasts.
Some achieve beastliness.
And others... others have beasts thrust upon them.
Margaery had always been of the thought that nobody was born innately evil. Even now, as she relished in the darkness that coursed through her veins and clouded her thoughts and inhibitions, she was acutely aware of the fact that she hadn't been brought into the world this way. She'd been the only survivor of one of Caroline and Nik's last litters and, according to her mother's diaries, had been their pride and joy. She had siblings from Caroline's past lovers and such, but they were older and knew not of the tiny kitten - the tiny immortal - that had been crafted from the unification of both light and dark. Good and evil. The traits that Caroline and Niklaus embodied and their marriage and love, their picturesque, perfect love was, and always would be, a living representation of their very essences. To say that Margaery both possessed an unyielding light and unwavering darkness within herself was, well, an understatement.
But her father, ever the family man, had left his wife and their remaining child to pursue the evil that guided him- forgetting his own desire to be a father. A husband. A better man. She remembered Caroline's anger upon being discovered that once again, she was never anyone's priority. She remembered witnessing the struggle her mother faced as she tried and tried and tried to keep herself together, not for Margaery but for herself... She couldn't allow herself to break again. But Caroline did break. She remembered the day so vividly, remembered how her mother could not live with the very thought that she and all of her infinite optimism and happiness had never been good enough for anyone. She remembered her sky blue eyes - the prettiest eyes she had ever seen until she looked into Suiteheart's - morphing and changing until they were the same shade of crimson from the blood in which she loved so dearly. She remembered her mother abandoning her, but not before leaving her with a few remaining words... words that have haunted her since.
"You'll find yourself like this one day. It's our curse. We weren't made monsters, Margaery sweet, we end up doing it to ourselves."
She had actively tried to not succumb to the darkness that Caroline had foretold, first feeling its influence shortly after she was left with absolutely no one. It provided her with a guiltless way of escaping her suddenly tragic life and she, as naive as ever, nearly took it up on the offer. But she fought and she fought and she fought until she began a new chapter of her life. A chapter that provided her comfort. Love. Happiness. Purpose. A chapter that provided her with Suiteheart and a new family, a family not stained by the dark blot of evil.
Or so she believed.
Suiteheart had her own darkness to combat- one far angrier and feral than the monster that Margaery now was. Her cunning, cool intelligence symbolized ice whereas her wife with all of her rage surely was fire. They could not exist in these states without hurting each other beyond repair or worse... killing each other. Just moments ago, the thought had been of delightful nature to Margaery. Now... it did nothing but distress her. She frequented from feeling both everything and nothing and in that, was growing both confused and disoriented. If this was what the Beast had ensured when she coaxed her into finally reforming, she didn't want it. Not anymore. Not even if it took away her ability to feel the crushing, suffocating reality of this god awful situation.
Or perhaps the Beast was granting what surely would be some of she and Suite's last remaining moments together. If the bear succeeded in killing her as she believed she would, then Margaery had decided that she would not return to her. Not after the pain that she so ignorantly caused the being she loved more than anything. One moment ago, she had been so detached and distant, caring for nothing save her self preservation. Now, she resembled nothing more than a frightened child who was struggling to understand why she no longer resembled the monster she despised.
"Quiet, liar."
Her thoughts were immediately dismissed as were her emotions. How peculiar, she thought faintly, feeling more like a passenger to her body than anything else suddenly. [color=#b14767]"You won't kill me. You won't kill me because then you'll never be who you truly are again. Bastillepaw will hate you. Hazel will hate you. Lilyspoise will hate you. Nobody likes a monster, Suiteheart, and you won't kill me because neither do you. I'm what's keeping you halfway coherent right now, you know that right? Or are you far too caught up in your own dumb world that you can't realize that?" She demanded, utilizing a voice of authority. It was empty, hollow, but reminiscent of who Margaery was at her core- a divine entity.
She was heavily perplexed though, not having anticipated that when they rejoined, she would still have the faintest capacity to care for her children. She expected to feel nothing and admittedly, that was all she wanted, to feel nothing. It would be easier that way. It would be easier to die that way. As much as she wanted to insist that Suite was bluffing, she knew that she wasn't. The beast her opposite had exercised the ability to stake her once, almost removing her from the mortal world once and for all, she knew that the same ability still lurked beneath her ravenous surface.
[color=#b14767]"Because, darling, Margaery threatened to kill Caroline if she even so much as looked at you wrong. Caroline was an immortal just as I am, but I far surpassed her strength and power. She was merely married to my father, I inherited his graces," She explained casually, stifling the sudden surge of emotion that suddenly crashed over her. They'll dissipate soon, Her mind assured carefully, though she noted even a note of apprehension within that. Wonderful, it appeared as if she'd truly never feel completely empty if they were to remain joined.
What Margaery in all of her anticipation did not see coming next was Suiteheart's words. They hit her like a truck and she, unable to even process for a moment, nearly shut down.
"Let's start with the fact that her weakness had destroyed Suite ten times over."
No. No. No. She wasn't weak. She wasn't weak. But she was... She was and that was why Suiteheart was suffering right now. Her weakness attributed to why she had lost her wife.
"She's lied to her, left her, forgotten her. She's given up on Suite more than once too."
She recalled with painful accuracy lying to Suiteheart about Lil. About herself. About her family. She remembered crafting a life around her that she believed did not have the capacity to harm her wife. She supposed she was wrong, wrong and misguided. Of course she was. [color=#b14767]"I've never left her or purposefully forgotten her. You're the liar. I cared so much for her and I sacrificed so much for her. Fuck you. Fuck you!"
It seemed like the opposite of what she desired was occurring and, rather than feeling nothing, she felt everything so immensely, so passionately. She wanted to rip this Suiteheart's throat out. She wanted to destroy her until there was nothing left and then, she wanted to destroy herself.
"Margaery's a wilted rose - has been for a long, long time. The only thing to do now her cut her stem and throw her in the trash. She serves no purpose here and neither do you."
The bear was an extension of Suiteheart's self conscious. Arguably, it was what Margaery believed were her true thoughts and feelings.
That knowledge alone devastated her wholly and completely and not even the Monster could control the waves of absolute grief that practically consumed her being. So that was what Suiteheart truly thought of her... Why was she surprised? She had self-destructed and she had brought this upon herself. She was nothing but a living, breathing example of the curse Caroline had ever so dutifully reminded her of. Her mother hadn't made her a monster, that much was true... she had done it all to herself.
For a few moments, Margaery lacked even the means to respond, wanting so desperately to cry but not finding it within herself to. Find your voice, Her mind instructed, Keep fighting, don't give up.
But how was she supposed to persevere when her life kept crashing down on her? She was never offered relief or release and even the Monster and all of its wisdom seemed to silently be processing the situation. She would give anything to be chained and confined in a corner of her own mind rather than to be living this nightmare. Why couldn't her Beast have waited? Why couldn't she have been present when all that Margaery knew and fought for was uprooted with a simple statement?
"Margaery... why?"
It was all she got through the bond and somehow, it broke her even more.
[color=#b14767]"Because Suiteheart... I'm a monster. I've done nothing but hurt you. I.. I deserve th-"
She was pinned to the ground suddenly, idly aware of a dull aching in one of her forelegs.
A soft sigh fell from her lips and her eyes shut momentarily. When they reopened, they were not copper, not black, but that familiar gray blue.
[color=#b14767]"If killing me will help Suiteheart, then do it. Kill me. I don't want to burden her any longer," there was a pause and a shaky breath, [color=#b14767]"You better take care of her. I swear to god, I won't come back unless she's suffering."
And with that, she shut her eyes, expecting a flash of fiery pain and then...
Her long awaited nothing.
Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson... My dear wife... My best friend... I love you more than my words can ever convey. I'm sorry that I've done nothing but hurt you. Don't miss me. Don't look for me. This is for you. This is what's best for you. I wish I could have sacrificed anything else but... if you really think of me as nothing more than a wilted rose, then we can both agree that this needs to happen.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Some achieve beastliness.
And others... others have beasts thrust upon them.
Margaery had always been of the thought that nobody was born innately evil. Even now, as she relished in the darkness that coursed through her veins and clouded her thoughts and inhibitions, she was acutely aware of the fact that she hadn't been brought into the world this way. She'd been the only survivor of one of Caroline and Nik's last litters and, according to her mother's diaries, had been their pride and joy. She had siblings from Caroline's past lovers and such, but they were older and knew not of the tiny kitten - the tiny immortal - that had been crafted from the unification of both light and dark. Good and evil. The traits that Caroline and Niklaus embodied and their marriage and love, their picturesque, perfect love was, and always would be, a living representation of their very essences. To say that Margaery both possessed an unyielding light and unwavering darkness within herself was, well, an understatement.
But her father, ever the family man, had left his wife and their remaining child to pursue the evil that guided him- forgetting his own desire to be a father. A husband. A better man. She remembered Caroline's anger upon being discovered that once again, she was never anyone's priority. She remembered witnessing the struggle her mother faced as she tried and tried and tried to keep herself together, not for Margaery but for herself... She couldn't allow herself to break again. But Caroline did break. She remembered the day so vividly, remembered how her mother could not live with the very thought that she and all of her infinite optimism and happiness had never been good enough for anyone. She remembered her sky blue eyes - the prettiest eyes she had ever seen until she looked into Suiteheart's - morphing and changing until they were the same shade of crimson from the blood in which she loved so dearly. She remembered her mother abandoning her, but not before leaving her with a few remaining words... words that have haunted her since.
"You'll find yourself like this one day. It's our curse. We weren't made monsters, Margaery sweet, we end up doing it to ourselves."
She had actively tried to not succumb to the darkness that Caroline had foretold, first feeling its influence shortly after she was left with absolutely no one. It provided her with a guiltless way of escaping her suddenly tragic life and she, as naive as ever, nearly took it up on the offer. But she fought and she fought and she fought until she began a new chapter of her life. A chapter that provided her comfort. Love. Happiness. Purpose. A chapter that provided her with Suiteheart and a new family, a family not stained by the dark blot of evil.
Or so she believed.
Suiteheart had her own darkness to combat- one far angrier and feral than the monster that Margaery now was. Her cunning, cool intelligence symbolized ice whereas her wife with all of her rage surely was fire. They could not exist in these states without hurting each other beyond repair or worse... killing each other. Just moments ago, the thought had been of delightful nature to Margaery. Now... it did nothing but distress her. She frequented from feeling both everything and nothing and in that, was growing both confused and disoriented. If this was what the Beast had ensured when she coaxed her into finally reforming, she didn't want it. Not anymore. Not even if it took away her ability to feel the crushing, suffocating reality of this god awful situation.
Or perhaps the Beast was granting what surely would be some of she and Suite's last remaining moments together. If the bear succeeded in killing her as she believed she would, then Margaery had decided that she would not return to her. Not after the pain that she so ignorantly caused the being she loved more than anything. One moment ago, she had been so detached and distant, caring for nothing save her self preservation. Now, she resembled nothing more than a frightened child who was struggling to understand why she no longer resembled the monster she despised.
"Quiet, liar."
Her thoughts were immediately dismissed as were her emotions. How peculiar, she thought faintly, feeling more like a passenger to her body than anything else suddenly. [color=#b14767]"You won't kill me. You won't kill me because then you'll never be who you truly are again. Bastillepaw will hate you. Hazel will hate you. Lilyspoise will hate you. Nobody likes a monster, Suiteheart, and you won't kill me because neither do you. I'm what's keeping you halfway coherent right now, you know that right? Or are you far too caught up in your own dumb world that you can't realize that?" She demanded, utilizing a voice of authority. It was empty, hollow, but reminiscent of who Margaery was at her core- a divine entity.
She was heavily perplexed though, not having anticipated that when they rejoined, she would still have the faintest capacity to care for her children. She expected to feel nothing and admittedly, that was all she wanted, to feel nothing. It would be easier that way. It would be easier to die that way. As much as she wanted to insist that Suite was bluffing, she knew that she wasn't. The beast her opposite had exercised the ability to stake her once, almost removing her from the mortal world once and for all, she knew that the same ability still lurked beneath her ravenous surface.
[color=#b14767]"Because, darling, Margaery threatened to kill Caroline if she even so much as looked at you wrong. Caroline was an immortal just as I am, but I far surpassed her strength and power. She was merely married to my father, I inherited his graces," She explained casually, stifling the sudden surge of emotion that suddenly crashed over her. They'll dissipate soon, Her mind assured carefully, though she noted even a note of apprehension within that. Wonderful, it appeared as if she'd truly never feel completely empty if they were to remain joined.
What Margaery in all of her anticipation did not see coming next was Suiteheart's words. They hit her like a truck and she, unable to even process for a moment, nearly shut down.
"Let's start with the fact that her weakness had destroyed Suite ten times over."
No. No. No. She wasn't weak. She wasn't weak. But she was... She was and that was why Suiteheart was suffering right now. Her weakness attributed to why she had lost her wife.
"She's lied to her, left her, forgotten her. She's given up on Suite more than once too."
She recalled with painful accuracy lying to Suiteheart about Lil. About herself. About her family. She remembered crafting a life around her that she believed did not have the capacity to harm her wife. She supposed she was wrong, wrong and misguided. Of course she was. [color=#b14767]"I've never left her or purposefully forgotten her. You're the liar. I cared so much for her and I sacrificed so much for her. Fuck you. Fuck you!"
It seemed like the opposite of what she desired was occurring and, rather than feeling nothing, she felt everything so immensely, so passionately. She wanted to rip this Suiteheart's throat out. She wanted to destroy her until there was nothing left and then, she wanted to destroy herself.
"Margaery's a wilted rose - has been for a long, long time. The only thing to do now her cut her stem and throw her in the trash. She serves no purpose here and neither do you."
The bear was an extension of Suiteheart's self conscious. Arguably, it was what Margaery believed were her true thoughts and feelings.
That knowledge alone devastated her wholly and completely and not even the Monster could control the waves of absolute grief that practically consumed her being. So that was what Suiteheart truly thought of her... Why was she surprised? She had self-destructed and she had brought this upon herself. She was nothing but a living, breathing example of the curse Caroline had ever so dutifully reminded her of. Her mother hadn't made her a monster, that much was true... she had done it all to herself.
For a few moments, Margaery lacked even the means to respond, wanting so desperately to cry but not finding it within herself to. Find your voice, Her mind instructed, Keep fighting, don't give up.
But how was she supposed to persevere when her life kept crashing down on her? She was never offered relief or release and even the Monster and all of its wisdom seemed to silently be processing the situation. She would give anything to be chained and confined in a corner of her own mind rather than to be living this nightmare. Why couldn't her Beast have waited? Why couldn't she have been present when all that Margaery knew and fought for was uprooted with a simple statement?
"Margaery... why?"
It was all she got through the bond and somehow, it broke her even more.
[color=#b14767]"Because Suiteheart... I'm a monster. I've done nothing but hurt you. I.. I deserve th-"
She was pinned to the ground suddenly, idly aware of a dull aching in one of her forelegs.
A soft sigh fell from her lips and her eyes shut momentarily. When they reopened, they were not copper, not black, but that familiar gray blue.
[color=#b14767]"If killing me will help Suiteheart, then do it. Kill me. I don't want to burden her any longer," there was a pause and a shaky breath, [color=#b14767]"You better take care of her. I swear to god, I won't come back unless she's suffering."
And with that, she shut her eyes, expecting a flash of fiery pain and then...
Her long awaited nothing.
Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson... My dear wife... My best friend... I love you more than my words can ever convey. I'm sorry that I've done nothing but hurt you. Don't miss me. Don't look for me. This is for you. This is what's best for you. I wish I could have sacrificed anything else but... if you really think of me as nothing more than a wilted rose, then we can both agree that this needs to happen.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
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