Are You Disappointed It's Me? || Open, meet a baby

[Margaery]

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Was it a wise idea for her to be here?

No.

Was she going to saunter up and probably torment the poor child anyways?

Why, of course! This was Genevieve after all.

It was the sudden wave of nausea and dizziness that stopped her in her tracks, a pang in the back of her head alerting her of Margaery’s discontent towards the situation. Behave, She head from the deep recesses of her mind, an empty smirk appearing upon chocolate lips as she processed what was occurring. Margaery could have seized back control in that moment and yet, she didn’t. The troubled girl was probably much too sensitive and hurt still. After all, why would she leave her with something akin to a migraine and a poorly-veiled threat? If she didn’t know her as well as she did, she might have guessed that Margaery actually wanted to see how she faired around children.

[color=#b14767]”Hm, hello, love,” She greeted, though her voice lacked the typical warmth that Margaery’s did. Obviously this was not Simon’s mother - as told by the lack of anything in her red eyes and her rigid, almost calculating posture. Did she expect a child to know the difference though? Admittedly, she didn’t know. Vampire children did tend to be a bit more developed than say, ah yes! A perfect example- Aaliyah. She glanced momentarily at the young bobcat kitten, not a single emotion passing over her features. In reality, she was contemplating how to punish her for trying to assert herself over her - Margaery’s? - child. 

Behave.

The threat was louder this time and Genevieve was forced to dismiss her thoughts, instead taking a seat. What was she supposed to talk to this child about anyways? She and children did not mix. Never had.

Most likely never will.