YOU CAN PRETEND YOU DON'T CARE | PRIVATE

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

(i'm such a hoe.... for human aus....)

For a moment, everything was still, quiet, peaceful. Gray eyes would blink a few times, the world around her coming into focus as she finally sat up and instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest. Oh... that was right, she had camped out in her gardens last night, needing an escape from the Observatory and its confining walls. Everything had gotten to be a bit much for the woman as of late, the quarrel between Shay and Bast as well as Shay's death and resurrection really and truly finding a way to weigh on her.  She wanted it all to stop, because she was breaking and nobody knew. Nobody could know.

This was her burden to bare alone.

But Shay wasn't an idiot- she had to have detected some underlying current of misery, Margaery's smiles more and more forced, her once cheery greetings now nothing more than hollow words. Her wife knew her better than that - could probably see right through her carefully crafted facade at the breaking, crumbling girl under it. But she couldn't even look her lover in the eye without being met with a guilt so strong that it threatened to drown her, because what had happened to her had been her fault. And the more she got to thinking about it, the more she realized that this entire mess was her fault. Every, single little detail. Gods above, did that hurt.

She couldn't internalize this anymore though, not with Genevieve desperately attempting to convince her to switch off, to give into the darkness for even a few days simply so she could rest. Margaery wouldn't lie: that offer was tempting. It'd be like a vacation, but her counterpart was not a good person. She'd wreck havoc upon her friends and family just as she had weeks ago and when Margaery finally did return, she'd be left to pick up the pieces. Not again. She couldn't do it again. But as each day came and passed, she slowly realized that she had two options. She could either give in or she could talk to someone about everything that gnawed at her.

Shay. I need you. Gardens, now, love.

The thought was formed and sent down the bond before she could even comprehend what she had done. No. No. She couldn't talk to her wife about this... Inevitably, she and Bast's fight would be brought up and Margaery would lose it. Even thinking about it caused the blood in her veins to ignite, pure fire coursing through her as her rage built and built. How could they have let this happen? How could they have put her in the middle of it? Nik had been her undoing just as much as the both of them had, and fuck did that hurt to acknowledge.

Maybe this discussion was for the best though.

Even if she felt as if it might not progress exactly as planned.

A sigh would fall from Margaery's lips as she pulled her knees into her chest, already fighting the instinctive urge to cry. You're stronger than that, sugar, Genevieve snorted in the back of her mind. [b]"Oh, how I wish that was true, love."

There was only silence from the other girl and how that silence was absolutely deafening.

"See?" She inquired softly, "Even you know that I'm weak."

© MADI