DULCI PUERI DORMITE // O, NAMING AALIYAH

[Margaery]

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Genevieve didn’t have a maternal bone in her body which, given the nature of her counterpart, was indeed rather ironic. Children were fussy, needy, messes that the chocolate point simply could not force herself to enjoy. Perhaps it had something to do with the way she was created, the only semblance of feeling that coursed through her veins being hatred and hunger, diluted or muted blossoms of anything else stemming from the one and only Margaery. It was strange, living like that, living like a monster, But Genevieve’s entity was still rather young and she didn’t want children anyways. The emotional burden, the emotional attachment, was too much for her as well. She had already accidentally gotten too close to Aerona, opening her cold, dead heart to anyone else would simply be considered a death sentence for her beastly reputation.

Besides, Genevieve was well aware of the fact that any doubt towards her hatred of children was pushed gently upon her by Margaery. She was a mother in every sense of the word and probably thought it terrible that not every part of her fit that description. Mother, not a monster, but for Genevieve, it was the other way around. Which was exactly why she turned her nose up upon arriving, empty copper eyes locked first on Aaliyah and then her self-proclaimed father. Ugh. The sweetness in this oh so precious scene made her sick to her stomach. So what if the baby bobcat got a name? Children were nuisances anyways, why did anyone care? Scoffing, Genevieve forced herself into a state of silence, her normally sly remarks not fitting the mood of this little gathering. Margaery, who had resigned to defeat as of late, had stirred and warned her not to say a word.

Admittedly, Genevieve was surprised she listened to her.