GOLD LEAF ACROSS YOUR LIPS | OPEN, APOLOGY

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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[b]I REMIND YOU OF THE DAYS
YOU POURED YOUR HEART INTO

Bast had... had... brought her back?

Admittedly, Margaery was still a bit stunned. Genevieve was not someone who so easily gave up something she fought to acquire, especially given her vengeful nature. Her locking Margaery in the confines of their shared mind right next to Maarit and Ingrid had been some sort of twisted punishment. She had done the same to her counterpart so many times before and knew that she was angry about that. It didn't exactly surprise her that what had happened happened, but after wearily watching Genny run rampant for the past week or so, she certainly regretted it. The things that she said... the things that she did... they had been absolutely atrocious. She had spoken so cruelly to Hazel, among others, and then had the audacity to pout the moment that her clanmates rejected her. She supposed she could understand that last part though... nobody save a few seemed to get that she and Margaery - she and Genevieve - were the same person. There was no alternative soul, no spirit possessing her... Margaery's own entity had just been fractured and split into four after centuries of life. But even still, she should have been more careful than to let the monster have free reign of their body.

Margaery sighed a bit only to close stormy gray eyes. It was strange - so strange - to be conscious once more. She could feel the breeze ruffling her fur, the ground under her feet, even her own, insatiable hunger burning tirelessly in the pits of her stomach. She wasn't used to it, not after so long of being depraved of everything. Sights, sensations, they all did much to overwhelm her and she had retired to her rose garden in result of that. Away from the hustle and bustle of her clanmates, she could relax and hopefully begin to contemplate an apology. She didn't expect forgiveness nor could she exactly ask for it. Claiming that Genevieve was her own, separate entity would be a deceitful and wrong lie and as much as she and her counterpart didn't get along, Margy couldn't do that  to her. She had to be honest and hope that they at least heard her out. Aside from that, she couldn't expect much else.

Tucking her paws under her body, she perked her ears and waited. Surely, someone would come along shortly and then she could begin to ramble on and on about the situation and how completely awful she felt. Fun. She couldn't wait.

© MADI