SAINTS / o, return

[Margaery]

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How unfortunate it was that Genevieve stepped forward to greet Lunafreya, not Margaery. She appeared unamused as she gazed up at the direwolf, lazily searching her and Margaery's joined mind for memories regarding the other fae. Obviously, this individual was someone that the cosmic general cared deeply for and yet, the chocolate point could not find it in herself to even extend a smile in her direction. Instead, she simply resorted to studying her like a hunter would its prey. A direwolf would provide her nothing but the enjoyment of a kill.

Therefore, Gen determined that she was not worth her time.

[color=#b14767]"Margaery's occupied," The vampire extended, [color=#b14767]"I'm Genevieve." Finally, that smile appeared, empty and cold and dripping with Genevieve's particular brand of poison. Somewhere within the depths of her mind, Margaery weakly stirred. She wanted to greet Luna, welcome her back with open arms and excited words, but she was powerless. Her last attempt at seizing power had truly taken it out of her her and finally, finally it appeared as if Genny had won the fight. Good. No, great. After years of being ensnared in chains and mental barriers, she deserved this fate. Both of them did. Freedom had been kept out of reach from Genny for so long... she was not so eager to return to her cage.

[color=#b14767]"Where'd you run off to, sugar?" Not that she really cared, but even despite her complicated relationship with Margaery, she knew she had a job to do. Being cordial... asking questions... she supposed they were all part of her list of tasks, as awful as they were. Shifting her weight, an ear would perk half attentively, wondering just how this Luna person would react to the news of Margaery's... vacation.