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

Ah yes, she supposed that Shay's new found compliancy was also an issue, though one that was not nearly as great as her others. Whatever made her so eager to listen was beyond Margaery, and admittedly, she just figured it was a side effect of their bond and how intricately intertwined the both of their souls were. Or maybe, she was simply overthinking this entire thing and Shay had always been this... willing to push aside everything for Margaery. She guessed that that made sense- they loved each other after all; but while that was the most logical explanation, she still felt as if there was something she was missing. This new dynamic (or was it new? She honestly couldn't say anymore) presented her with an expertly designed puzzle, one that she could not figure out for the life of her.

It was... awful, honestly.

But Margaery had better things to think about, absently tracing figure eights into her knee as she waited for Shay's arrival. A part of her was convinced that this meeting was going to go poorly. Since Shay's death and subsequent revival, there had been some disconnect between the two, Margaery's guilt clouding her perception and judgement about anything that pertained to her wife. She could detect the Admiral's frustrations too, the imbalance in her emotions succeeding in throwing even Margaery off kilter a bit. Control was a finicky thing already for the young woman and as much as she hated to admit it, Shay was doing her no favors. She knew she couldn't exactly blame her wife for that though, the tether between them beyond both of their controls (for the most part, that was). She just wished there was something that she could do to alleviate it all.

Another sigh drifted from her lips, her hands practically shaking now as she continued to anticipate the arrival of her wife. Her gardens weren't that far away, were they? Just relax, Margaery. Please... You're worrying us... All of us. A soft voice drew her from her thoughts, the faintest of smiles appearing on her lips for only a brief moment as she realized it was Maarit making an attempt at communication. Very rarely did the oldest part of herself make any appearances, never fighting for control or even raising her voice to speak to Margaery. She must be in a rather rough shape then... How could she have let herself fall so low?

[b]"You... wanted to see me?"

Those amber eyes... it was ironic, even as a vampire Shay was brighter - better - than she was. Her own deep red eyes could not even begin to rival the gold her wife possessed. She wasn't born a monster, sugar, Cooed Genevieve, You made her one. It seems only fitting that she looks less like you and more like something good. Nails would dig into her arm at that thought, her grip so tight that it threatened to draw blood. Did I touch a nerve? My bad. But really, you should talk to her about how you feel and all that junk. Maybe I'll be able to make jokes if you do.

"Shay... Hi..." Margaery greeted quietly, biting a lip as she contemplated just how she wanted to present her current qualms. That urge to cry had returned and stronger this time, fresh tears threatening to spill over her cheeks at any moment. "Look... I..." Could she say it without breaking? Could she confess that the world was weighing too heavily upon her back and, underneath its force, she was crumbling? "I can't do it..."

It was as if those words were enough to destroy Margaery's otherwise calm composure, face contorting with sadness. Margaery, pearl, you aren't weak... Maarit's words fell on deaf ears, or rather, unconvinced ones. She knew she was weak- everyone knew she was weak. "You're putting me... you're putting m-me in such an awful position! This st-stupid fight... with Bast! It's ridiculous! It's like you two haven't e-even thought... about... about Hazel and I... and that isn't fair! Not to mention... everything else... Fuck." Margaery very rarely cursed, reserving that privilege for her wife usually. She didn't have any other word that conveyed her situation better however, and in her rush of emotion, it had just slipped out.

"I.. I can't... No... I don't understand... Why?"

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