AND I’M BORDERLINE BAD | OPEN, INTRODUCTION?

[Margaery]

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The moment that she was addressed by another soul, everything about her once casual-grace stiffened. She swiveled easily on a heel to stare at Hazel, expression cold and calculating. For a moment, all she could view the other as was food. If Genevieve acted now, she probably wouldn’t feel a thing or know what had even hit her. But killing someone Margaery cared deeply for... well, even the simple thought of it caused her to try to regain control, screams riddled with profanities and threats rising in the back of her mind. She felt her own hold on her concioisness slip, surprised by the power Margaery now possessed in the face of Hazel, in the face of her wanting to kill Hazel. So she wouldn’t. She’d drive the thought from her mind and merely resort to having a good time. There were plenty of other walking blood bags all around her anyways, someone surely would slip up and then become her dinner- she knew it.

Exhaling a sigh, the huntress would take a seat, more interested in studying her would-be prey if Margaery hadn’t been in the picture. Healthy. Young. Oh... wait... this was that sunshine girl, the one that Margaery so desperately wished to see with her troubled son-type-of-thing. Interesting. Genevieve, I swear to God... Ah, so Margaery wished to address her civilly now? Too bad it was too late to remedy the situation. [color=#b14767]”Hey there, sugarplum,” She greeted, seemingly unvexed by the rather crude comment that Hazel extended in her direction, [color=#b14767]”Margaery is out of commission until you unfortunate lot can figure out how to get her back. Such a shame, isn’t it? Don’t worry, love, I’m much more fun.”