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[Margaery]

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She had been meaning to be productive today. To hunt. To greet some newcomers. To tend to her gardens. She had an entire list of things to do and yet, Margaery had remained locked inside her bunker room, telling herself that she was going to continue to study her father's journals but only wasting the day away by staring blankly at walls. Though the curtains that hung in said room were both heavy and tightly closed, some sunlight still managed to penetrate the fabric and dully light up her old collection. It was the lack of such that made her realize what exactly had happened, bringing her to silently abandon her seat and begrudgingly return to the Observatory.

She was punishing herself. Withholding the things that she loved dearly from herself following the little fight that she and Bast had had. She knew that. Hell, even the leeches knew that, greeting her with waves and waves of nausea and she descended into the basement- their own personal form of punishment. She hadn't fed herself and because of that, she would pay. Until this point, she had been relatively on top of feeding twice a day: once in the morning and once in the evening. But bad mother of the year here had ignored her set schedule to waste her day away by remaining rooted to one spot. Staring, staring, staring and reliving all the hateful things that Bast had said to her.

The hateful things that were right.

Had her trembling form not almost tripped over a stray can of paint, she would never have noticed the project that Hazel and Pele had dedicated themselves to that day, too wrapped up within her own toxic thoughts. She would cast some look at the paint can, trying to muster anything that could even be described as irritation but giving up rather quickly when she realized it was no use. Feeling anything save the heavy and painful melancholy that had enveloped her form was out of the equation. Lovely.

Forcing her gaze from the ground, Margaery took a moment to take in the sights of the constellations, lingering briefly on her own: gemini. What the pair had done here was absolutely remarkable and she longed to feel even a spark of appreciation instead of her own existential despair. Nothing came though. She wasn't surprised. [color=#b14767]"This looks nice," She commented instead, her voice quiet and hoarse from crying. She didn't even know why she had let Bastilleprisoner damage her so. She just supposed that, when the truth was staring blatantly in your face, you didn't have much of a choice whether or not to accept it. Hopefully neither Pele or Hazel thought to comment on her obviously terrible state.