and the ones we hail are the worst of all | p

[Margaery]

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How unfortunate it was to be alone, surrounded by smiling images of the person you were meant to be and her wife and her children. She wanted to hate Margaery for dooming her to this life, for creating her as a sentient doormat made only to handle the brunt of all the hurt and trauma that had been inflicted upon her over the past ten centuries. She wanted a life of her own; she wanted to be able to experience joy, delight, zest for life. She wanted to be able to look at the members of this clan and feel something akin to family, not the overwhelming urge to slaughter them where they stood. But she was the monster, made only to kill and hate and kill and hate, and nothing was going to change that. Especially not Margaery. And yet, she still cared for her, still wanted to protect her from the terribleness of the world around her as well as the terribleness that was Suiteheart. The love of her life. No, that was wrong. All Suiteheart was was a shitty copy of Aerona.

They have the same eyes, Genevieve. Hold on to that at least.

Margaery’s voice, warm and compassionate and infinitely tired. It rang for a moment in her mind, a rare and genuine frown appearing only briefly upon Genevieve’s face. She would have contemplated her counterpart’s statement had a voice not drawn her from her thoughts, a wave of sudden hunger washing over her being. Every instinct told her that what waited on the other side of that door was dinner, willing and ready to die so that she may feed. Margaery’s low hiss - because of course she recognized Bastilleprisoner - told her to reign it in.

Releasing a dramatic sigh, Genevieve threw open the door to force what could only be described as a wicked smile at the Seraph. [color=#b14767]”Not Margaery, Genevieve,” She corrected before her expression twisted, [color=#b14767]”Sorry to disappoint, it’s kind of my specialty though. Anyways, what brings you here? Or do you specifically want the ever dull Margaery? She’s just as curious as to why you’re here as I am, truth be told.”