watch its fire burn into the floor — Margaery

[Margaery]

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It was the sound of three soft knocks and Rin's voice that returned Margaery to reality. She would blink copper-hued eyes, sheathing claws that had been buried into the soft material of her bed as she stared at the barren walls of her room, not knowing how long she had been gone. As for where her mind had transported her, admittedly she did not know- the only thing she could recall was the warm feeling of a fresh body trapped underneath her teeth and the satisfying taste of blood as she drained her victim alive. But she was back now, her hunger all but crushing her as she slowly made her way to the door, a lifeless expression embracing chocolate features. She knew that people were worried for her, could feel it in their stares as she wandered listlessly past them. Rin had been the first to actually confront her about it though, assuming that was why the cleric was here that is.

[color=#b14767]"Rin," She greeted quietly, her eyes drawn to the female's neck. Luckily a scarf covered it, prohibiting a line of direct sight to her jugular, [color=#b14767]"To what do I owe this pleasure?" It was obvious that Margaery was trying to switch on her typical charm, but the lack of a smile and the dullness of her tone betrayed her attempts. Instead, she could only manage a faint sigh before pushing open her door and beckoning the other femme in. [color=#b14767]"I wasn't expecting company, admittedly. You caught me at a..." She paused, thinking over her next words carefully, [color=#b14767]"alright time."