07-07-2018, 05:38 PM
MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]I REMIND YOU OF THE DAYS
YOU POURED YOUR HEART INTO
YOU POURED YOUR HEART INTO
There were many things that Margaery Mikaelson hated. Among those were wasps, weeds, anything that resembled the beach, and oh, of course, her father. Niklaus was not a kind person. He was volatile, murderous, and cared for absolutely nothing save himself. He'd deny that last one until the day he died (if he ever died), insisting so passionately that the only things he lived for anymore were the Mikaelsons. Nik had told her time and time again that he'd do anything for her, for any of them, and yet, every one hundred years he slaughtered her lover in cold blood in some attempt to protect them or forced her (or one of her relative's) sprits into a sleep-like state simply because they were bothering him. Uncle Elijah and Aunt Emilia had left him... So had the rest of his siblings. All he had left was her mother because she was the only one who could keep up with him. She was so desperate to be loved that she pushed aside everything else.
Even her daughter.
How could Margaery have forgotten to add her to the list?
She knew that her time with Suiteheart was coming to a close. Soon enough, her father would be around to collect what was his and drag Margaery as far away from the Ascendants as possible. She wouldn't leave - couldn't leave - and had vowed to protect Suite no matter what, even if it meant having her father dagger her and carry her away in exchange for her wife's life. She thought that she had more time though, that Niklaus still hadn't been able to locate the Ascendants and was having his little spies scour the area. Hardly did he come to do anything for himself anymore that when she felt a sudden wave of distress that paired oh so bitterly with Suiteheart's frantic souls, she knew that she had wrongfully underestimated him.
For a moment, all she could do was stand in one place, petrified. The bond detailed everything as if she was right there next to Suite and she knew with sudden clarity that this was it. That she wouldn't even get to say goodbye. Why? Why? Her father had to take everything from her, had to destroy every chance of love and happiness she had stumbled upon over the course of her long life because he thought she was in danger. He wasn't the concerned, doting father, he was selfish and paranoid and absolutely filled to the brim with a skewed perception concerning the world. She wanted him to die. Wanted to be rid of him forever. But she couldn't... just as much as she was immortal, so was he. Any attempt on his life would simply be unwise.
She supposed that the worst part about all of this was that she had just returned. Genevieve had passed the reigns of control back over to Margaery and she had barely relished in her regained consciousness when her father decided to dip in.
He couldn't have even allowed her a moment of peace before he decided to-
[b]"Agh!"
Pain washed over her, hot and unrelenting. She was vaguely aware of the words they were sharing, almost too engulfed in agony to register much of anything else. Of course he was teasing her... why wouldn't he? He always loved playing with one of his victims. She was crying now, weeping in her garden's and too paralyzed to do anything. Not until he mentioned her... not until he said he'd be back to collect her tomorrow. She wasn't a prize. She wasn't an object. She wasn't his to acquire as he pleased. She hardly considered herself to be his daughter, so why did he think he could do that? No.. No. She'd kill him where he stood.
But Suite.
She could feel her wife weakly through the bond, sharing the same pain that she did. She was still alive though and as long as she was alive, there was a chance that Margaery could save her. She just had to be strong - had to break through her despair-induced paralysis. She was moving so quickly now, cheeks stained with tears and vision blurry as shaky legs carried her towards her wife.
She didn't even stop to acknowledge the scene or Rin or even Suiteheart's apologies. She could smell her father as much as she could feel the desire to fall into waiting memories from times long ago. Times when he had been kind and benevolent. But she'd deal with him later. Her teeth were already digging into her arm, blood rising to the surface. She attempted to press her arm to Suite's mouth, tears never ceasing in their flow. If she died with her blood in her system, Selene would steal her soul and fix it. She wasn't giving Suiteheart much of a choice here but... she had to. She had heard her souls, knew the consequences. If Suite didn't survive this, she would never see her one love ever again.
She couldn't let her go.
"Selene! Selene!" She shouted. The Goddess had been painfully silent since Genevieve had assumed control and even afterwards... oh no.. She couldn't have left her. "Selene, listen, it's me! Maarit! I need you to heal her, make her a vampire, do something, I don't care!" She was half screaming half sobbing now. She had lost Suiteheart once before and every one of her counterparts nine times.. she couldn't do a tenth. "Selene, I'm begging you... don't let her die... don't take her away from me! Consider this my offering for the month! Our bargain! Please! Our bargain!"
In the back of her mind, something that was not Ingrid, or Maarit, or even Genevieve stirred. For a moment, she was calmed by its presence.
Consider it done, Maarit. Your warrior will be returned to you.
Even her daughter.
How could Margaery have forgotten to add her to the list?
She knew that her time with Suiteheart was coming to a close. Soon enough, her father would be around to collect what was his and drag Margaery as far away from the Ascendants as possible. She wouldn't leave - couldn't leave - and had vowed to protect Suite no matter what, even if it meant having her father dagger her and carry her away in exchange for her wife's life. She thought that she had more time though, that Niklaus still hadn't been able to locate the Ascendants and was having his little spies scour the area. Hardly did he come to do anything for himself anymore that when she felt a sudden wave of distress that paired oh so bitterly with Suiteheart's frantic souls, she knew that she had wrongfully underestimated him.
For a moment, all she could do was stand in one place, petrified. The bond detailed everything as if she was right there next to Suite and she knew with sudden clarity that this was it. That she wouldn't even get to say goodbye. Why? Why? Her father had to take everything from her, had to destroy every chance of love and happiness she had stumbled upon over the course of her long life because he thought she was in danger. He wasn't the concerned, doting father, he was selfish and paranoid and absolutely filled to the brim with a skewed perception concerning the world. She wanted him to die. Wanted to be rid of him forever. But she couldn't... just as much as she was immortal, so was he. Any attempt on his life would simply be unwise.
She supposed that the worst part about all of this was that she had just returned. Genevieve had passed the reigns of control back over to Margaery and she had barely relished in her regained consciousness when her father decided to dip in.
He couldn't have even allowed her a moment of peace before he decided to-
[b]"Agh!"
Pain washed over her, hot and unrelenting. She was vaguely aware of the words they were sharing, almost too engulfed in agony to register much of anything else. Of course he was teasing her... why wouldn't he? He always loved playing with one of his victims. She was crying now, weeping in her garden's and too paralyzed to do anything. Not until he mentioned her... not until he said he'd be back to collect her tomorrow. She wasn't a prize. She wasn't an object. She wasn't his to acquire as he pleased. She hardly considered herself to be his daughter, so why did he think he could do that? No.. No. She'd kill him where he stood.
But Suite.
She could feel her wife weakly through the bond, sharing the same pain that she did. She was still alive though and as long as she was alive, there was a chance that Margaery could save her. She just had to be strong - had to break through her despair-induced paralysis. She was moving so quickly now, cheeks stained with tears and vision blurry as shaky legs carried her towards her wife.
She didn't even stop to acknowledge the scene or Rin or even Suiteheart's apologies. She could smell her father as much as she could feel the desire to fall into waiting memories from times long ago. Times when he had been kind and benevolent. But she'd deal with him later. Her teeth were already digging into her arm, blood rising to the surface. She attempted to press her arm to Suite's mouth, tears never ceasing in their flow. If she died with her blood in her system, Selene would steal her soul and fix it. She wasn't giving Suiteheart much of a choice here but... she had to. She had heard her souls, knew the consequences. If Suite didn't survive this, she would never see her one love ever again.
She couldn't let her go.
"Selene! Selene!" She shouted. The Goddess had been painfully silent since Genevieve had assumed control and even afterwards... oh no.. She couldn't have left her. "Selene, listen, it's me! Maarit! I need you to heal her, make her a vampire, do something, I don't care!" She was half screaming half sobbing now. She had lost Suiteheart once before and every one of her counterparts nine times.. she couldn't do a tenth. "Selene, I'm begging you... don't let her die... don't take her away from me! Consider this my offering for the month! Our bargain! Please! Our bargain!"
In the back of her mind, something that was not Ingrid, or Maarit, or even Genevieve stirred. For a moment, she was calmed by its presence.
Consider it done, Maarit. Your warrior will be returned to you.
© MADI
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