this soul of mine will never break ❁ return

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Pele!"

Her exclamation was soft, tender, chocolate-hued forelegs immediately wrapping around the smaller girl as she tackled her in an embrace. Margaery would relish momentarily in the feeling of physical contact, realizing that the three days in which she had existed solely as a corporeal entity had succeeded in making her long for touch. This hug, as simple as it was, managed to convince the chocolate point that this was indeed reality. That she was alive. It wasn't as if she didn't trust Selene - no, she actually had quite the bit of faith placed in the Goddess - but some doubtful part of her had still questioned the legitimacy of all of this. For all Margaery knew, this could just be some twisted aspect of her own, personal hell.

The moment that Cooper collapsed, Margaery pulled herself away from Pele and moved to help him, concern flashing within stormy gray eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask about his well being, but found herself suddenly transfixed by the names of her children. Of the leeches. [color=#b14767]"My sweet babies..." She whispered mostly to herself, [color=#b14767]"Oh my goodness." Despite the fact that she had promised she wouldn't cry, she felt tears well in her eyes, threatening to spill over her cheeks at any moment. A few did as Cooper confirmed that Suiteheart was in her room and then... all she could feel was agony.

It was the bond reigniting, she knew that. But still, all of Suiteheart's pain and suffering overwhelmed her so completely that she staggered under the weight of it all. She saw her own, lifeless form, saw - felt - how crushed Suiteheart had been... God, it was too much. It was too much. [color=#000000]"It's okay," That divine voice whispered to her, [color=#000000]"Calm yourself, Maarit. You're about to give into the monster." Maybe she wanted to give into the monster. Maybe the monster would make her feel better... would erase the suffering that she had inflicted on her wife. On everyone really. One eye was copper, one eye was gray. A new development; an indication of her turmoil. She permitted her claws to escape their sheathes and sink into the soft ground underfoot, the only thing that was really grounding her until Suiteheart touched her. Hugged her.

For a moment, Margaery was still. She was teetering on the edge of darkness, about to succumb to her beast and show her clanmates what she truly was. And then, she calmed. Her heart, which had been racing, returned to its slow thud, her mismatched eyes slowly righting themselves until they were once more stormy blue. [color=#b14767]"Vivus sum," She echoed, [color=#b14767]"Vivus sum." She didn't realize that she had been sobbing in front of everyone, her cool (albeit excited) composure having completely shattered. She felt whole again though, shaky and hurt and a little broken but whole.

[color=#000000]"Truly your father's daughter," Selene observed from the depths of her mind, not even coaxing a grimace from Margaery. She couldn't tell if the comment was a compliment or an insult and chose to simply ignore it, instead looking towards Bast and Luna. While only three days had passed, Margaery still expected something that wasn't Bastilleprisoner's general apathy. Was she selfish to have wanted a reaction? Something laced with emotion? Care? Maybe. But she was too busy just enjoying the sight of him again to truly think of anything else. [color=#b14767]"Bast..." She whispered, [color=#b14767]"Hello, love." At least she had found her English tongue again- in her moment of panic, Latin had been the only thing she could bring to mind to express herself. [color=#b14767]"Luna, darling," She greeted, turning away from the Seraph to look at the corporal, [color=#b14767]"Hello to you too."

( vivus sum - i'm alive )