07-13-2018, 09:38 AM
MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
[b]"Oh my, love... are you lost?"
The inquiry fell smoothly from the lips of Margaery Mikaelson as she approached Alexander, roses in various shades of red blooming in her wake. Concern danced across her features loudly, chocolate lips twisted into a frown as she quickly scoured the child for anything akin to an injury. After he passed that inspection, she made the decision to crouch down to better see him, forcing a gentleness onto her face in some attempt not to frighten him. Lost children were serious business and the Cosmic General sincerely hoped that he was not the result of some abandonment by his parents. She'd hunt them down and kill them if that were the case.
But that was just Genevieve talking, pushing the thought into her mind so easily. She ignored it for the most part, instead keeping her bright gaze upon the child. There would be no killing of anyone, not today at least. "I'm Margaery Mikaelson and you're in the Ascendants... where are your parents, parvulus?" She proceeded to ask, a brow rising, "Do you want to stay here?" She'd take care of him if that were the case. She was made to be a mother and acted accordingly because of that. Children extended to her a sort of happiness that she could not so easily find elsewhere, and she would admit: she loved seeing them content and thriving, free to grow up as they wished with as little burden as possible.
The inquiry fell smoothly from the lips of Margaery Mikaelson as she approached Alexander, roses in various shades of red blooming in her wake. Concern danced across her features loudly, chocolate lips twisted into a frown as she quickly scoured the child for anything akin to an injury. After he passed that inspection, she made the decision to crouch down to better see him, forcing a gentleness onto her face in some attempt not to frighten him. Lost children were serious business and the Cosmic General sincerely hoped that he was not the result of some abandonment by his parents. She'd hunt them down and kill them if that were the case.
But that was just Genevieve talking, pushing the thought into her mind so easily. She ignored it for the most part, instead keeping her bright gaze upon the child. There would be no killing of anyone, not today at least. "I'm Margaery Mikaelson and you're in the Ascendants... where are your parents, parvulus?" She proceeded to ask, a brow rising, "Do you want to stay here?" She'd take care of him if that were the case. She was made to be a mother and acted accordingly because of that. Children extended to her a sort of happiness that she could not so easily find elsewhere, and she would admit: she loved seeing them content and thriving, free to grow up as they wished with as little burden as possible.
© MADI
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