and he whispered fear is logical // o

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]”Excuse me? What did you just teach my son?”

Margaery, who had initially been lulled out of the shadows by the smell of puke and Rad’s appearance, turned a steely gaze to August. Obvious discontent embraced her chocolate features: lips twisting into a deep frown and eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She was not a happy mother and would make that known as loudly as possible, long legs carrying her forward so that she stood protectively besides Connor. [color=#b14767]”Don’t say that again, sweet boy. Not until you’re older,” She cooed quietly to him.

A now-concerned stare would fall upon Radeken in that moment, her expression softening significantly. [color=#b14767]”Do you need anything, love? Water? A towel, maybe?” She really couldn’t say much- Margaery wasn’t in the position to lecture anyone on drug usage. The euphoric high she gained from drinking blood was similar to ones that drugs could offer and she’d be a hypocrite to scold Radeken for her choices. Kindness had to prevail in this situation, especially given how rough the Halo appeared.

/mobile yeet