WEST COAST SMOKER ; weekly task, fighting lessons

[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]”Alright, love,” Genevieve began, forcing her voice to mimic the natural speech pattern of Margaery’s, [color=#b14767]”We’re partners in marriage, why don’t we partner up for this bloody lesson of yours? I know you love me.” She paused a moment, copper gaze scouring the group with only one intent: to antagonize an unlucky individual. At first, she contemplated shooting a sly comment in Bastilleprisoner’s direction, though she quickly shot that idea down, against it for some strange reason. Besides being the only one to stand up for her, he also didn’t strike her as very much fun to try and rile up. Hazel, on the other hand, was the perfect candidate for her particular brand of torment.

She studied the girl for a few moments, tail waving back and forth behind her. Just like a predator looked upon its prey, Genevieve searched Hazel’s being for any semblance of a weakness before realizing that it lie within her words. Her reluctance. [color=#b14767]”Too afraid to get your paws dirty, sugar? Or do you just not have anything that even resembles skill? Whatever the reason, it doesn’t make sense that you’re here,” She extended lazily, sheathing and unsheathing her claws. Margaery made a sound of protest in the back of her mind but she opted to ignore her, instead stealing a look in Suite’s direction. If it weren’t obvious before, she was trying to provoke her wife and cause a shift in power.

She wanted Aerona and honestly, Genevieve didn’t care who she had to hurt to get her.

Chuckling, she rolled her shoulders and easily shifted into the form of a mountain lion. [color=#b14767]”Maybe one day, you’ll stop being such a coward and actually try to learn something valuable. I’d like to see you paint away your enemies on the battlefield,” She continued effortlessly, unbothered by the cruel words that tumbled from her lips.

[color=#b14767]”Genevieve, stop.” The voice was undoubtedly Margaery’s, copper eyes flashing gray as she struggled to the surface for but a second only to be forced back down by Genny. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to let go yet. [color=#b14767]”Now, now, enough of that. I’m eager to get started.”