SUMMER'S DAUGHTER :: open, joining

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

(welcome back!!)

[b]"She's okay," Margaery affirmed as she arrived, a frown only briefly passing over her chocolate features, "But both of her parents were absent for a little bit." Luna's disappearance combined with Zjarr's overall lack of presence in her life had to have been hard on the child and for a moment, the Cosmic General felt only rage. In the male before her, she saw her father - an individual who only cared for himself - and forced herself to release a low sigh lest she say something she later regretted. Perhaps he had a reason for leaving Pele all alone. He had some sort of family business to attend to, selling weapons and whatnot to people such as herself. She still had the dagger that she had bought from him, its blade sharp and gleaming even after constant use. It was a lovely weapon, if she did say so herself, though she wasn't so sure if it was lovely enough to excuse his behavior.

"Barbecue might not be enough to repair whatever relationship you had with her," She continued, not even attempting to hide the uncharacteristic venom that suddenly laced her tone. She had promised herself that she'd watch her words but she couldn't. She cared for Pele - cared for her like she was her own - and refused to let Zjarr's behavior go unpunished. It all stemmed back to her own tattered relationship with her father, a millennia of deceit and manipulation ripping the pair apart mercilessly. She missed him. Missed the old him. But just like Maarit, the Niklaus she remembered had perished the moment that they all became vampires.

The anger she felt was uncontrollable now, coursing through her system and clouding her thoughts with red. Stormy gray eyes flickered copper  and then narrowed, that frown reappearing deeper now. "Why is it that deadbeat dads always decide to walk back in and fix the things they've ruined? I don't get it! Why do you care suddenly? What changed? Why do you get the choice to just start being a father now? You don't deserve her." Her words rose louder and louder in volume, Margaery entirely seized by emotion towards this situation. How dare he? How dare he? She glanced helplessly towards Suiteheart, wanting her to agree and back her up, but she... she knew with sudden embarrassment that she had let her own experience with Nik get in the way of her perception of Zjarr. She shouldn't have snapped.

She shouldn't have opened her mouth at all.

Gritting her teeth, Margaery inhaled a deep breath of air, eyes closing. When they opened once more, they were that familiar shade of gray, sparkling with tears.  "You'll have to excuse me, I appeared to have gotten a bit..." She trailed off, "Carried away. Welcome back."

And with that, she was gone, turning on a heel to return to her room within the bunker and just think. About Zjarr. About her own father. About everything.

© MADI