I’VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS ; p

[Margaery]

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One thousand years of Margaery stumbling upon her counterpart by mere chance and relishing in the few years they shared together.

Or, if you wanted to call it by what it really was: one thousand years of heartbreak.

She was suddenly painfully aware of every bittersweet moment she spent with Bristol. Sybil. Asa. Damiana. Griffin. Hyacinth. Lorelei. Aerona. Suiteheart. She could see those baby blues, beautiful eyes that remained the same even as her sweet, sweet Erlend changed and became an entirely new person - entirely new people; strangers that she found herself falling for despite the world - her father - telling her not to. Maarit and Genevieve felt it as well, overwhelmed by a past that they had tried so desperately to escape. There was something else too, an ancientness that was not evil, just dormant. She felt it stir inside of her, disturbed by Suiteheart’s own agony. It seized control for but a moment, stormy gray eyes turning the same shade of green that presently haunted her wife. [color=#b14767]”Sybil,” She croaked, voice heavy with an accent that was far from Margaery’s own.

Luckily, the creature was far from strong enough to remain in control and soon Margaery was back, her embrace only tightening. Suiteheart was a sobbing mess and in spite of herself, her own tears flowed fast and heavy from her gray eyes. The bond felt as if it was straining under the sheer volume of emotion that the pair was exerting upon it and Margaery suddenly grew worried that it would snap lest one of them calmed down. But she couldn’t, not with Suite crying and mouthing silent words and breathing so irregularly. Not with her screaming. Not with her telling Margaery’s father to go away. To get away from her. It had been so long since she had seen Niklaus and yet, his image presented itself crystal clear to her, that arrogant smirk curving a ginger and white hued maw. ”It had to be done love,” His voice rang in her ears, ”How many times do I have to tell you that? I’m simply doing my job as a good father and protecting you. Now, run along, go see what your uncle Elijah has to say.”

What was she supposed to do?

How was she supposed to help?

Genevieve had opened the floodgates and then relinquished control as if it had been nothing, leaving Margaery to reassemble the shattered pieces of her wife. Maarit was silent once more, returning to her state of quiet compliancy. And then there was that new version of herself, the one that had not surfaced in what Margaery believed to be eight hundred years. Sybil. She wanted Sybil. Was it Ingrid? Had she somehow been made into her own entity just as Maarit and Genevieve had been? There were so many questions and then there was the matter of Suiteheart still crying and Margaery... well, Margaery felt as if her world was about to implode.

She saw forests again, and castles, and fields of wildflowers, and wanted posters. She saw ten different versions of Suiteheart - eight who had loved her fiercely, one that had betrayed her, and one that had been her partner in crime. But all that mattered as Suiteheart returned to herself was that rigid posture, that smile that was too unlike her wife, those words.

Let me talk to her. Please. I need to.

The voice of course belonged to Maarit, desperation clinging to it. Margaery was not so willing to simply hand over control but in this situation, as she stared face to face with the being that could only be Erlend, she knew she had to. Besides, she couldn’t handle the physical pain of being tethered to Suiteheart as she relived a millennia of lives, even as things began to grow quiet once more.

So she gave Maarit what she wanted.

[color=#b14767]”Erlend... You remember me right? It’s Maarit, it’s me. I’ve missed you more than you know, dulcis. I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry that you were doomed to live this life-“

She was suddenly cut off, Genevieve seeing her moment and taking it by once more seizing control when poor, weak Maarit was present. Gray eyes would flicker copper and she would grin, her entire demeanor changing as well. [color=#b14767]”Give me Aerona. I need her. Give her to me now or I’ll kill you before my father gets the chance to,” She hissed, voice low and venomous.

Genevieve had been denied Aerona for close to a hundred years. She needed her partner in crime, needed the one being that understood her only slightly. She knew that Aerona didn’t care about anyone but herself but that didn’t matter to Genevieve. Not when her presence was enough to remind the monster that she was not as completely and utterly alone as she believed herself to be.

”Genevieve, stop!”

Maarit.

”Genevieve, you are in no position to be handling this situation. Allow myself or Maarit to take back over. Please.”

Margaery.

”Sybil. Unde amans est?

Oh, how interesting. This must be Ingrid.

It seemed like Genevieve wasn’t the only one with special requests.

Huffing a bit, Genevieve rocked back and forth on a heel, deciding to at least see if Aerona would surface before humoring Margaery or Maarit or even the elusive Ingrid.

Suiteheart... if you can hear me, don’t let Aerona out. Don’t humor Genevieve. I love you, I’m so sorry that this is happening.