six foot tall, came without a warning | open + "injury"

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

[b]"What a perfectly good waste of food," Margaery scoffed playfully, shaking her head at Bast as she arrived. While her words didn't quite suggest such, she was completely unaware of the fact that this injury had been intentional. "Do you want me to hunt down whatever sorry soul decided to do this to you and kill them? I will, love... I'm itching to do something fun," She continued easily, sounding more like Genevieve than Margaery in that moment. Sometimes the two did blend together, their mannerisms bouncing off one another as if they were indeed one whole person- maybe one day they'd be.

"Do you need anything, Art?" She inquired, fixating her attention upon the lion. At least Bast would be in good hands with them. After this was all over though, she was going to rip some loners apart. Nobody touched her son... Nobody.

© MADI