AND I’M BORDERLINE BAD | OPEN, INTRODUCTION?

[Margaery]

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When was the last time that Miss Genevieve Harper Mikaelson had been permitted to roam about and do as she pleased? The ever dull Margaery (and to some degree, Maarit) kept her chained and shackled in the far corners of her mind, letting her rot and fester and grow stronger as more things continued to break and betray her. Her. Genevieve. Margaery. They were all the same person when it boiled down to it, not that Genny cared to acknowledge that. She didn’t care to acknowledge much really, just herself, her hunger, and her general disregard towards humanity. Other people? Well, they sucked. Suiteheart especially. That “wife” of Margaery’s was nothing but a mistake waiting to happen and Genevieve patiently awaited the day that she was out of the picture. Completely.

Who could blame Genevieve for being so spiteful? After Margaery was brutally murdered by a former lover, she was the defense system created to guard her poor, broken heart. Crafted to not care, Gen delighted in killing to fill the void that the poet had left in her. Had it not been for Margaery’s resistance, she would have slaughtered as many as these measly Ascendants as possible. But she had to control herself... behaving was the only way she could stay in control. Margaery was not nearly strong enough to shackle her back up and besides, Genevieve had made sure to return the favor to Margy for a bit. She was here to stay for the time being. Until she somehow slipped up and caused Margaery to band together with Maarit to resume control.

Swishing a tail, the chocolate point sauntered into the Observatory, fresh blood staining her maw. Copper eyes did not fade to gray as they normally would have if Margaery was present, instead remaining that threatening shade of red- Genny’s favorite. Assuming control had been so easy! With poor Margaery troubled beyond belief by Suiteheart and her own, tragic death, Genevieve had been able to free herself and give Margy a well deserved break. Hmph. She really was pathetic, Margaery was. No matter, she still loved - or was it loathed? - her all the same.

[color=#b14767]”Hm, where is everyone!” She cried out dramatically, though there was no spark in her otherwise lifeless eyes, [color=#b14767]”Do you all lack manners? Oh boo! Come greet a real lady, not that Margaery girl you’ve all grown to care about! I’m Genevieve- Genevieve Harper Mikaelson. I’ve wanted to meet you all for the longest time.”