AGAIN // HUMAN AU

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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I REMIND YOU OF THE DAYS
YOU POURED YOUR HEART INTO

When Margaery sat up that morning, the first thing she became acutely aware of was the long, chestnut colored hair that spilled over her shoulders. A shaking hand would rise to touch it hesitantly, fingers running through it before they found a leg, an arm, a face. What was going on? She certainly had retired to bed as a feline, curling up next to Suiteheart before sleep claimed her. Oh! Suiteheart! What had happened to her wif- One quick glance told her everything she needed to know and, frightened now, she gently touched Suite's arm.[b] "Darling, I don't mean to wake you, but something has happened," She said softly, a frown traversing her pale complexion. Margaery wasn't opposed to the idea of being a human, but she definitely did consider it new. Unfamiliar. Even uncomfortable.

She could hear her clanmates too, crying and shouting words of confusion. It appeared as if everyone had fallen victim to this latest development and Margaery, in spite of her sleeping wife and her desire to be there when she woke up, couldn't help but make her way to Roy and the other's. She wore some flowing, blue dress that fit her body as if it were made for it, golden roses adorning the skirt part of it. Margaery certainly saw the article of clothing as beautiful but didn't hardly have enough time to truly appreciate it when she head Roy's inquiry. "Margaery, it's Margaery," She half-greeted half introduced, raising a hand to brush some hair out of her face.

"This is your domain, is it not? Explain to us everything we need to know about being human," Margaery continued softly, her voice trailing off. She had just now remembered her vampirism and with such, came an increased awareness of the blood flowing through everyone who surrounded her. Her beastly urges felt heightened and for a moment, all she wished to do was sink her fangs into the throats of her friends. She could feel her face contorting too, the veins under her eyes darker now, protruding crudely against her skin. Reign yourself in, Margaery, you can do it, She assured herself. The taller woman refused to give into her urges and luckily, her bloodlust began to fade. "Thank god."

Unless this was some sort of twisted dream they were all sharing, nobody would benefit from a lapse in Margaery's control. She just hoped they discovered a solution to this soon... she didn't think she could hold herself back as well as she did as a feline.

© MADI