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[Margaery]

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Everything was a blur.

Things were being said to her that she did not quite comprehend, her grief stricken mind too overwhelmed to even attempt to understand. She just kept staring, staring and hoping and praying that he would heed what basically were her commands now: wake up. Wake up. Wake up. She didn't know what she was going to do if he didn't wake up. If he didn't return to them. Perhaps she was selfish for wanting him back. Perhaps she was still desperate to reconcile, to prove that she would never, ever stop caring for him. Whatever the reason... she just wanted to see those ice-blue eyes once more, to feel the heat of their stare even if they were filled with hate.

Voices. There were so many voices. So many people. She continued to ignore all of them, lost amidst her own tears and sorrow and misplaced hopes that he was going to wake up any second now. He had to. He had to. She would gladly give up her immortal life if it gave her a chance to make things right with the seraph, to prove that she loved him and that she had never tried to steal the things he cared for from him. A monster she may be, yes, but underneath centuries of blood shed and destruction, she still cared far too much for the ones she saw as family; Bastilleprisoner was her family.

And suddenly, he was lurching forward, causing the chocolate point to stagger backwards in surprise. A part of her had been convinced that he was gone. That he had been lost forever to whatever had afflicted him, had almost taken him away from her. She didn't know what to do for a few, brief seconds, form shaking and mouth agape, those wide, gray eyes still brimmed with soon-to-be-fallen tears. [color=#b14767]"Basty?" She inquired, the single word cracked. Broken. Margaery took one hesitant step forward, afraid that he could reject her at any moment, afraid that he could affirm for the whole clan how much of a monster she was.

She could sense the anger and the shock of her clanmates, the tension rolling off of them in hot waves. She ignored them though, her softened gaze fixated upon the bengal. She didn't say anything as Suiteheart hugged him and only after she pulled away did Margaery attempt to do the same, the tears coming faster now, harder. She would try to hold him close, not believing that this was reality. He had escaped death through some miracle (that she certainly wasn't in the position to question) and she couldn't be more grateful.

Margaery only vaguely heard him mention Beck. She was still gone, still consumed by a plethora of overwhelming emotions as she continued to try and simply hold him. [color=#b14767]"Don't scare me again like that," She whispered quietly, her words hoarse and strained, [color=#b14767]"I'm so glad you're alright."