fox in a bottle - open, joining

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

The complexities of life and death were often lost on Margaery. To her, both extended a certain type of possibility- a new start or a brief slumber. She knew she only saw life and death in that light because of her immortality, immune to true death so long as a certain, unnameable weapon stayed lost, and would be the first to admit that she had long since blurred the lines between the two. Why wouldn't she have? Pain was just a simple compromise made to start her cycle anew, and while it was agonizing to die at times, her soul never remained in limbo for very long. Life. Death. They had become synonymous to her over the course of a thousand years.

It was not often that she contemplated those things though, seeing her soul's condition as nothing more than mundane and normal after such a long period of time. It didn't seem worth it to even try to delve into the far more extensive and unknown facets of her own immortality - her limits, she meant - either, which is why she dismissed the briefly forming thought in favor of a faint smile.

Another joiner? They certainly seemed to have received quite an influx as of late. Admittedly, she didn't quite know if this stranger had the intent to join, but most who did stumble upon their territory lost and even confused ended up joining their ranks. [b]"My name is Margaery Mikaelson, love," The Cosmic General greeted easily, "Where were you headed before you got lost?"

© MADI