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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

Death, to Margaery, was nothing more than a brief (and frequent) aspect of her thousand year life. She had died so many times, cut down where she stood for the most trivial of reasons, and yet, her immortal soul kept refreshing and refreshing again, forcing her into body after body with no signs of ceasing. There had been one, frightening instance where she thought that the end had truly come, her life force exchanged for her children's so that they could live. But Selene had saved her, stealing her away from true death and the fiery claws of whatever hell a monster like herself would be claimed by. 

She supposed she was grateful for that.

To live as an immortal was empowering. She regularly cheated death all while remaining as young and charming as she wanted. She supposed the only downside to her affliction was the status of everyone else- mortals were not as durable as someone like herself after all. She had learned that the hard way, several lost friends later. Margaery could not imagine being stripped of her immortality though. Even the concept of being forced to live in a vulnerable state where any injury could result in your permanent demise was not one she was fond of.

But she supposed all of that didn't matter, not when the smell of blood lay heavy in the air. For once, she was relatively in control, Genevieve most likely preoccupied with something that didn't involve terrorizing her. She was thankful, especially given the dull ache of hunger that gnawed at her stomach. [b]"We need a healer," The Cosmic General would observe rather unhelpfully, her startling lack of medical knowledge painfully apparent in that moment, "What happened, love?"

© MADI