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[Margaery]

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Something in Margaery brightened as he responded. Admittedly, she had convinced herself that he would only continue to entertain Luna and the stranger he had found, not her. Never her. She didn't even know how to proceed for a moment, grappling for words in some desperate attempt to hold his attention. She didn't sense anything but, well, a nothingness from him and yet, that didn't matter. Not after days of hateful, poisonous stares and general aversion. Until he decided to return to despising her, she'd relish in these brief moments of okay-ness.

[color=#b14767]"I have several first edition classics in my library, if any would interest you?" She inquired carefully, trying her best to keep him occupied, intrigued. She didn't know what exactly was making him behave in this manner but she, in all of her desperate sadness, figured that it was better not to ask. [color=#b14767]"My favorite, of course, is Wuthering Heights but I also have Emma, House of Mirth, that whole nine yards," She continued with a brief nod. House of Mirth, in particular, was not one of her favorites for a multitude of reasons, but it was still a gem of a novel to own first edition. [color=#b14767]"I, too, enjoy a good soulmate story."

Her general demeanor changed as he mentioned she and Suite and, of course, tragedy. Something dark reared within her, claws escaping their sheathes and a sigh falling from now-pursed lips as she attempted to stabilize herself. Tragedy. Soulmates. Suiteheart. Stop thinking about it, she demanded of herself, briefly shutting dark gray eyes, Stop. And then, as if nothing happened, she instantly relaxed and returned to normal, behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired. [color=#b14767]"Ah, yes, there's nothing tragic about our love and I'm certain that she's indeed my soulmate. I'm so lucky to have her."