a fellow with no decency | open

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it."

Her words were soft, escaping from trembling lips as she joined Bast, the random girl, and finally Luna. Her gaze would linger on the seraph, gray eyes dull but full to the brim with too many emotions- longing, hurt, desperation.  She quietly took a seat, half wondering why she was here and not in her room, locked up and wallowing where she belonged. [color=#b14767]"A line from Wuthering Heights... my favorite actually," She supplied idly, as if he actually cared. Perhaps that was why she had made a rare appearance- she, too, deprived of touch, of social contact. [color=#b14767]"Are you familiar with it?" She didn't expect an answer. Why would she? He had made his hatred of her loud and clear.