I’VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS ; p

[Margaery]

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Ah yes, all of this was so terribly fascinating to the chocolate hued huntress. Margaery’s struggle for power was not nearly as elaborate or pain inducing as Suiteheart’s and, admittedly, Genevieve delighted in watched her wife suffer. She knew good and well what the cost of her imbalance was and though Margaery was appalled by even the thought of it, felt herself absolutely anticipating the moment that her soul shattered into irreparable pieces. Certainly that was Suiteheart’s fate, correct? Ten centuries of different lives had just been balanced precariously upon her pale shoulders, each different being fighting tooth and claw for their chance at consciousness again. There was no other result to this discourse than such a tragic end, Genny was sure of it. All it was now was a tedious and time-consuming waiting game.

It was a good thing that Genevieve was immortal then- she could watch each facet of Suiteheart fight and bicker for control for the rest of her numbered days if she had to. She just hoped that the one and only individual that she wished to speak to surfaced. She didn’t care for Aerona, per say, but there something about her previous partner in crime that had successfully managed to slide under her skin and remain there. Indefinitely. She felt perpetually haunted by the bitch’s presence and fierce resentment had eventually become muted and reluctant endearment. No. That was wrong. She felt nothing positive towards Aerona; she simply tolerated her more than the rest of the different Suiteheart’s. She wouldn’t stand for accepting anything else.

A surge of ancient, archaic power suddenly consumed her, dragging her from her intrigue laced thoughts and back to the real world. Harshly. So Ingrid hadn’t resigned to silently watching this ordeal? She actually believed that she was right to attempt to surface and communicate with Sybil? How dum-

Or perhaps it was Genevieve that was the dumb one, her copper visionaries becoming a bright jade green as Ingrid made another rare appearance. [color=#b14767]”Sybil. Sybil,” She extended, concern lacing her tone. Something was wrong with her love but Ingrid could not figure out what. This new world terrified her. There was none of that olden feel to anything anymore, even the individual that sat before her devoid of that timelessness Ingrid had once adored. She didn’t want to be here then, not when everything around her was so vastly unfamiliar. Genevieve could have control of this vessel, Ingrid decided, she would much rather retreat to the recesses of Margaery’s mind and watch and adjust and then strike again. She would save Sybil.

Not today.

But one day.

Genevieve blinked a few times as her senses were restored to her, a venomous giggle trickling from smirking lips. It seemed as if she had returned just as the show began and oh, a show it was. There was no harmony between any facet of Suiteheart and Genevieve, in spite of herself, inclined forward, that dangerous gleam that danced within her eyes only brightening. Yes. Yes. Yes. She was so close to breaking, she could feel it, sense it through the bond that was about to shatter. As much as she’d like to see that tiresome little thing evaporate like Suiteheart was about to, she respected Margaery enough to shut it down herself, effectively preserving its shredded remains. Consider it the only kindness she would ever extend to Suiteheart. A funeral present.

The warmth that Margaery once radiated so strongly in the back of her mind exstinguished in that moment, rendering the charming girl wholly and completely free of emotion. Without the bond, Margaery and Genevieve were practically the same entity, each with a certain loss of feeling. The only difference between the pair was Genevieve’s hatred towards the world. That was going nowhere anytime soon, bond in place or not.

Laughing once more (as, what wasn’t there to laugh at? Suiteheart was crumbling and Margaery no longer provided any challenge or resistance), Genevieve watched Erlend and Sybil and Suite argue amongst themselves. How delicious... how delightful. She could feel the clock ticking, each second bringing her closer and closer to the moment that this little chapter was finished and shut. They didn’t need Nik, not this time around.

Suite would be her own undoing.

[color=#b14767]”You and I both know that Aerona won’t truly die. The cycle will just repeat itself and we’ll find you just as we have so many times before. You’re the oldest, Erlend, but I have a feeling that a warrior such as yourself was all brawn, no brain. What a shame. You are, after all, why we’re in this mess in the first place, are you not? No matter, I’ll be rid of your annoying presence soon enough.” The words were said casually, an afterthought to their incessant fighting. She really didn’t care if any facet of Suiteheart picked up on what she was saying or not, it just felt god to so utterly insult Suite without feeling a wave of repercussion from Margaery.

But right before anything could happen - could snap - Suiteheart’s entire demeanor changed and Genevieve knew that she wasn’t looking at Suite at all but rather, somebody else. Somebody better. [color=#b14767]”Hello, sugar. I’d ask if you missed me but we both know that you only care about yourself. How’ve you been, pumpkin? Being chained up to some goodie-two-shoes is no fun, wouldn’t you agree?”