[color=#b14767] ❁ ❁ ❁
This had been the farthest she had strayed from her room in days.
She couldn't hurt anyone if she confined herself to the Observatory, staring at walls and ignoring the sharp stabs of hunger that were now practically threatening her life. She was a mess and she knew it - hell, everyone knew it - but Bastilleprisoner had been right when he called her a monster. She ruined lives, there was no denying that. It was for the best that she locked herself away, that she saved everyone from the trouble that was her and her vampirism. There was only one blatant issue in her otherwise flawless plan- she was pregnant. Where her soul was cursed to endless reincarnation via means of eternal damnation, her body was not nearly as durable and neither were her unborn children. She wasn't a real mother, that had been asserted loud and clear to her, but she was tasked with protecting the leeches at least for Suiteheart. They deserved a chance to live, even if she felt she was only going to fail them.
And that brought us to now.
Trembling paw steps carried her closer and closer to the border, her eyes long since faded to copper in anticipation for the blood she was about to spill. Somewhere between her current location and the Observatory, her claws had escaped their sheathes, her lips pulling back to reveal her fangs. She appeared lethal, even in her state of decay, and had it not been for the form of Bastilleprisoner, the monster that lurked within her would have assumed complete control. Instead, thoughts of feeding were shoved aside as she realized that the seraph lacked a pulse.
Dead.
Was he dead?
She stopped in disbelief, unable to process the sight before her. Just days ago, he had been spewing hateful things at her... just days ago, he had ruined her. Now, he was ruined himself. Had Margaery been any other member of her family, perhaps she would have gained some twisted satisfaction from this, relishing in the fact that karma always paid its dues. But she wasn't any other member of her family- she was Margaery and underneath her lifelessness, she still cared for him, maybe too much. That showed as she generated her remaining energy to run to him, tears forming in once-more gray eyes as she scoured him for injury, for blood, for anything that would signify a struggle. [color=#b14767]"Basty," She said softly, her voice hoarse, breaking again because of him, [color=#b14767]"Wake up! Bastille, wake up, now!"
This couldn't be happening.
He couldn't be dead.
He hated her. He absolutely hated her. But she could never reciprocate those feelings, especially not now as she attempted to cradle him in her shaky arms. [color=#b14767]"Wake up..." Tears fell freely now, [color=#b14767]"Wake up... Wake up... Wake up, please..."
"Wake up."
She couldn't hurt anyone if she confined herself to the Observatory, staring at walls and ignoring the sharp stabs of hunger that were now practically threatening her life. She was a mess and she knew it - hell, everyone knew it - but Bastilleprisoner had been right when he called her a monster. She ruined lives, there was no denying that. It was for the best that she locked herself away, that she saved everyone from the trouble that was her and her vampirism. There was only one blatant issue in her otherwise flawless plan- she was pregnant. Where her soul was cursed to endless reincarnation via means of eternal damnation, her body was not nearly as durable and neither were her unborn children. She wasn't a real mother, that had been asserted loud and clear to her, but she was tasked with protecting the leeches at least for Suiteheart. They deserved a chance to live, even if she felt she was only going to fail them.
And that brought us to now.
Trembling paw steps carried her closer and closer to the border, her eyes long since faded to copper in anticipation for the blood she was about to spill. Somewhere between her current location and the Observatory, her claws had escaped their sheathes, her lips pulling back to reveal her fangs. She appeared lethal, even in her state of decay, and had it not been for the form of Bastilleprisoner, the monster that lurked within her would have assumed complete control. Instead, thoughts of feeding were shoved aside as she realized that the seraph lacked a pulse.
Dead.
Was he dead?
She stopped in disbelief, unable to process the sight before her. Just days ago, he had been spewing hateful things at her... just days ago, he had ruined her. Now, he was ruined himself. Had Margaery been any other member of her family, perhaps she would have gained some twisted satisfaction from this, relishing in the fact that karma always paid its dues. But she wasn't any other member of her family- she was Margaery and underneath her lifelessness, she still cared for him, maybe too much. That showed as she generated her remaining energy to run to him, tears forming in once-more gray eyes as she scoured him for injury, for blood, for anything that would signify a struggle. [color=#b14767]"Basty," She said softly, her voice hoarse, breaking again because of him, [color=#b14767]"Wake up! Bastille, wake up, now!"
This couldn't be happening.
He couldn't be dead.
He hated her. He absolutely hated her. But she could never reciprocate those feelings, especially not now as she attempted to cradle him in her shaky arms. [color=#b14767]"Wake up..." Tears fell freely now, [color=#b14767]"Wake up... Wake up... Wake up, please..."
"Wake up."
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