SAT BY THE WATER, CLOSE TO THE EMBERS ★ o, cooking

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

As Margaery wandered towards the trio, the only thing she could think about was how she could no longer live vicariously through her wife eating normal food. Vampirism was a cruel mistress and restricted her diet to feline blood and alcohol, leaving her no room to even contemplate eating a lemon bar. And oh did those lemon bars look delicious. She wondered, briefly, if Hazel had pulled the recipe out of one of Caroline's old cookbooks. It'd make sense, her mother did have an affinity towards making pastries, that was for sure. Still, it pained her greatly that she couldn't help herself to one and then proceed to compliment Haze on a job well done.

Hearing Suite's words, her expression fell. [b]"Mea vita," She began softly, "You can't." It crushed Margaery to have to be telling her wife that, but ingesting even a tiny bite could prove to be Suite's end and she simply could not have that. Fixating her attention back upon Hazel, she tried out another smile, though this one was noticeably sadder.

"They smell lovely, Haze."

© MADI