BABY, IT'S PRIMAL | OOC PROMPT + INJURY, OPEN

[Margaery]

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The ruins had been a point of fascination for Margaery ever since she had discovered them by accident one day. There was some ancient allure to them that halfway reminded her of home and yet, she had never dedicated anything more than a quick walk through them in the past. She was not feeling very well that day though and, combined with the emotional distress that originated from the one and only Bastilleprisoner, had decided to pluck a blank diary from her extensive collection and make the trek over simply to relax and maintain her aversion from the rest of her clanmates. It would be good for her to have some alone time, even if it wasn't necessarily guaranteed to her- sometimes it felt as if it was impossible to truly have any alone time within the Ascendants.

It wasn't very long before the vampire arrived at the City of Stars and, after taking a quick sweep of the place, found a seat atop a broken column. She placed her diary down and flipped to the first open page, the pen she had brought with her trembling in her paws now.  [color=#b14767]Life is dreadful once more. I crave normalcy. I crave happiness. I crave a life that I can no longer have. Those words were all she could manage in her scrawling, lovely handwriting before she shuddered abruptly, the pen falling from her paws.

And then the diary tumbled from her perch and Margaery went with it, a sudden wave of dizziness overcoming her senses. She was rendered unconscious even before she hit the ground.

[color=#b14767]"Life is terrible, mother! I crave a normal family... happiness... I crave the life that was stolen from us. He will never stop hunting her, will he? He'll never stop hurting me, will he? I don't want to be an immortal anymore!"

The fluffy ragdoll was obviously distressed as she gazed into the sky-blue eyes of her mother, watching as they softened and were joined by a frown. Her mother - Margaery's mother - appeared to be at a loss for words for a moment, wanting so desperately to console her daughter but lacking the ability to do so. She could never question her husband's motives, especially if they were the good of their family. She might be a 'head' of the family, but Nik did as he pleased and expected no opposition. Ever. Even if said opposition could assist their daughter in even the slightest.

[color=#b14767]"You're not going to help me, are you? Of course not. You're afraid of him, all of you are afraid of him. I don't understand why, he'd never hurt any of you. He can't hurt any of you," Margaery insisted, but it was clear that her words were having no effect on her mother. She wasn't surprised. Why would she be surprised.

Back in the present, Margaery was lying motionless at the base of the column, not sporting any serious injuries as the fall wasn't that great, but still knocked out regardless. She twitched, her expression momentarily reflecting the pain she was experiencing within her mind, before once more falling still, her diary opened to the words she had written beside her.