YOU NEED A BIG GOD | OPEN, WINE

[Margaery]

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Margaery took another sip of her blood-wine concoction as Roy arrived, a faint smile tugging on her lips when she realized that he wished to join her. Drinking wine was fun but drinking wine in the company of others was priceless. There wasn’t anything quite like a good conversation and an even better glass of alcohol, that was for sure, and as both Suite and Bast appeared, she figured that she was going to get much more than she had initially bargained for. It was no matter, each new face that decided to sit down and stay awhile provided her with a new distraction from the shadows that were clouding the back of her mind. Genevieve, as always, hissed to her, begging for control. They were more fused than they had been in the past but Margaery still treated the monster like a delicate flame. She’d be making no special appearances as long as Margaery was around.

The Lunar Lieutenant could feel her wife’s hesitance through the bond, a brief frown appearing upon her face as she fixated her copper gaze upon her. [color=#b14767]”It’s okay, love. I promise I won’t go wild,” She assured softly. She had initially planned on sending the message down the bond but thought against it- the words came better from her mouth, not her mind. Glancing at Bast, she watched as he first conjured Roy a glass and then himself, a sweeter choice than her own dryer rosé. Margaery had initially been tempted to opt for something far sweeter than she had, but the blood she added made the drink perfect- sweet and wonderful with that little bite of copper. [color=#b14767]”It certainly is. Cheers!” She exclaimed brightly, the smile on her lips and gleam in her eye not betraying the mental torment she was currently faced with. She refused to make her issues a public manner, not with alcohol in her system and Suite - who hated alcohol - nearby. She’d simply continue to play the role of the happy-to-be-Alive girl who was given a second chance at life. What else could she do?

Just as she was about to take another sip, her attention was piqued by the arrival of Aaliyah. A child? Oh dear. Typically, she wouldn’t be too perturbed by the presence of someone young, but the tiny wildcat could barely talk let alone be exposed to adult-behavior such as this one. At least she seemed to gravitate towards Roy who, in her experience, was one of the most responsible people she knew. [color=#b14767]”Hm... hello, little one. How are you today?” She finally inquired, deciding not to mention the alcohol. For all the child knew, it was just special juice that only adults could touch. Yeah... that was perfect.