GOLD LEAF ACROSS YOUR LIPS | OPEN, APOLOGY

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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I REMIND YOU OF THE DAYS
YOU POURED YOUR HEART INTO

[b]"Multum bellator, my little warrior. I've missed you, sweet. I hope Genevieve didn't scare you too badly," Margaery extended softly, beckoning her son to come a few paces closer to her. She had surfaced very briefly when Genevieve thought to near her child, her influence over her counterpart the only thing that encouraged her to behave. She was still worried though, word spread quickly within the Ascendants and any of Genevieve's more questionable actions could easily have been passed to Simon. She didn't want her son to view her as a monster (even if that was what she was at her core) and desperately hoped that he knew that his mother was still looking out for him, even when she wasn't physically present.

She would blink stormy-gray eyes as Rin arrived, studying her friend carefully. "How did you get her to leave?" Genevieve wasn't actually gone nor did Margaery believe she'd ever be. They were one entity, two sides of the same coin, eliminating Genevieve would mean eliminating Margaery and vice versa and honestly, the question stung a bit. As terrible and awful as her counterpart was, she did lead quite the tragic and undeserving existence. Nobody had ever wanted her. Not even Aerona. "Well, she's still with me, love," Margaery decided to offer, biting a lower lip, "We're the same. But Bast helped convince her to relinquish control. He's the only reason I'm here right now." He had actually attempted to understand Genevieve and in that, came her desire to return to the depths of Margaery's mind. This entire encounter would have been proceeding a lot differently had he not sought her out.

Her thoughts were dismissed the moment she heard Suite's voice traveling down the bond, a smile appearing upon her chocolate hued lips. The day you actually like Genevieve is the day that pigs sprout wings and begin to fly, She responded, a laugh spilling physically from her lips. Her clanmates probably wondered why, of all things, she was laughing suddenly, but she hoped her reasons were explained when Suite arrived and pulled her into an embrace. "I never get tired of you, mea vita. I'm sorry," She breathed, tightening her own grip on Suiteheart. It had been so long since the pair had hugged and Margaery would not lie: she missed this. Genevieve cared only for Aerona,  not any other facet of Suite... to say that she was a bit touch deprived would be an understatement.

Her attention would flicker briefly to Washington and she'd offer him a smile. "I don't think we've officially met. I'm Margaery Mikaelson-Folie, Suiteheart's wife." She didn't know who Genevieve had met and who she hadn't during her brief visit in the Ascendants leaving Margaery to scramble to reintroduce herself. It was a bit of a strange process, she would admit, but not one she was opposed to. Cleaning up Genevieve's mess came with the job description. "I swapped places with another facet of myself, to put it simply. But I'm back now," She paused in her explanation to contemplate her apology a bit more. She had successfully lulled four individuals in, she might as start with her sorries. "Speaking of, I'm... I'm so sorry for the things Genevieve said and did. I know that I shouldn't expect forgiveness because we're the same and I'm responsible for her, but I feel absolutely horrible. Vampirism and years of hatred have made her cruel. I hope you all understand and... And..."

She bit her lip.

"I'm sorry again."

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