PAX AM DAYS ; open, 200th post

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"My life," Margaery clarified in response, blushing. In retrospect, perhaps she shouldn't have let the Latin slip out. There were too many nasty memories associated with the language and she was forced suddenly to fight against the urge to slip into her mind and relive parts of her childhood. She couldn't. Not now. Not when her wife was back to normal and things could resume being okay again.

As Suite wiped away her tears, she laughed again before realizing that she was still pinning her wife down. Whoops. Shamelessly, she backed off of her, that smile not once wavering. She's incredible... Absolutely incredible... I miss her... Came the Starstruck Guardian's mental response, a note of sadness clinging to it. Any of the turmoil she might have felt on the inside was not portrayed by her outward expression until Bast arrived. Immediately, guilt overwhelmed her and she looked away, her joyful features finally faltering.

Seeing Starry's pendent hanging around his neck and that dark, dark stare caused her pelt to heat in embarrassment. It felt as if she shouldn't be experiencing happiness in the wake of this disaster and honestly, that was a terrible feeling. Did Bast hate her for relishing in a moment that she had only dreamed about? Was she once again proving to everyone, including herself, that she was an awful and selfish mother? Though Margaery did not possess many self-doubts, her occupation as a mother often times delivered her a great deal of distress. It didn't take much either, just one little action - subtle or not - and she was suddenly questioning her entire existence.

[color=#b14767]"I'm sorry, Bast..."