MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
Why Margaery laughed in the face of this situation, she did not know. The sound - blunt and awkward - tumbled easily from parted lips, growing more hollow and more pained by the second. She'd cut herself off after a few moments, wiping away fast approaching tears the best she could because she suddenly couldn't stand to know that Shay was seeing her like this. After her defense... her words... she didn't deserve to watch Margaery crumble. No one did- not Shay or Bast or Hazel or even her own damn family. When she broke, she broke alone- audience after audience before had proved that, had told her that she was inconsiderate of their feelings, had diminished her own problems and pains in favor of their own.
Why did Shay have to be like them?
For a moment, there was nothing but a painful silence, Margaery's gaze steely as she stared at her wife. Those ocean eyes - her ocean eyes - were so full of pain, pain that apparently she hadn't been mindful of. How dare she then? How dare she attempt to tackle the issues that caused their disconnect? Margaery had saved Shay's life, had begged and pleaded her heart out to Selene above in hopes that she would take some pity upon her loyal follower and grant her wife a second chance. She hadn't even gotten a fucking thank you. But that didn't matter! Not because Shay was hurting and her hurt obviously outweighed Margaery's.
It would have been easier if Shay had just said "fuck you" and left.
So much easier.
The woman shifted, made uncomfortable by this entire situation. She did not rise to her feet nor did she make any move to close the distance between she and the Admiral, instead holding her stare and letting her anger - hot and bitter - simmer in her veins. [b]"You may not be able to control what Bast does, but that doesn't mean you can't control what you do. Don't play that card, Shay... Don't you fucking dare. You're my wife and yet, here you are, invalidating my feelings just like everyone else does. I know you're hurting... I can feel it! But I'm one misstep away from handing control over to Genevieve and never coming back. Don't you realize that?" Her voice tapered, desperation clinging to it.
"I just want to go home..."
She didn't mean back to the Observatory or even to the Islands- no, she meant the manor with her father and mother and aunts and uncles. Surely Shay would consider that a low-blow.... But the regret that she felt was short lived, extinguished the moment Shay accused her of thinking that she didn't care. Oh, she knew how much her wife cared- she was practically drowning in her concern all the fucking time. And yet, the moment she verbally expressed anything, she was met with this onslaught of absolute bullshit. A hypocrite. Shay was a goddamn hypocrite.
Her eyes found the scar, jaw clenching as a wave of nausea passed over her. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. She remembered finding Shay's crumbled body, holding her close as blood spilled over her hands, crying and begging and wishing that Nik hadn't come... hadn't destroyed her lover. Margaery did not look at the scar, could not look at the scar. Shay had been right about that... But sometimes, when she was certain that sleep had claimed her wife, she'd absently trace it, silent tears slipping from half-lidded eyes, the pale moonlight dancing upon her shuddering form.
Her fault.
Her fault.
Her fault.
"I wish you didn't care so much about me!" Breaking. She was breaking. Genevieve, Maarit, Ingrid... they were all holding their breaths in anticipation, trying their best to calm her down, to ground her. But she was too engulfed in anger. In betrayal. In sadness. She hardly felt them at all. "You want to know why I can't look at you? Because if you hadn't ever loved me, you would have had the opportunity to be happy. You would have lived and died in our village, surrounded by children, honorable and balanced- just as Erlend wanted. But no... I had to take you with me, I had to curse you to eternal damnation too... I had to let my father ruin you... and that scar is a living reminder of everything I've dragged you through. It's all my fault. Don't you see that, love? And because you care so goddamn much, you're just hurting yourself too."
"I'm not worth it... Please, understand that..."
"Please... see me as the monster that I am..."
Break alone, Margaery. Break alone... Do not fold in front of her... You can't. You can't. No one cares... there's no one there. No one. You're alone. You're alone.
But she couldn't hold herself together anymore, breathing fast and shallow as her emotions finally succeeded in drowning her. And perhaps that was the end of Margaery Mikaelson, her undoing... her temporary demise. For, when she spoke again, her voice was smaller, softer, more reminiscent of an ancient time long ago.
"Erlend wouldn't do this to me."
Did you love and never learn, sweet?
Why did Shay have to be like them?
For a moment, there was nothing but a painful silence, Margaery's gaze steely as she stared at her wife. Those ocean eyes - her ocean eyes - were so full of pain, pain that apparently she hadn't been mindful of. How dare she then? How dare she attempt to tackle the issues that caused their disconnect? Margaery had saved Shay's life, had begged and pleaded her heart out to Selene above in hopes that she would take some pity upon her loyal follower and grant her wife a second chance. She hadn't even gotten a fucking thank you. But that didn't matter! Not because Shay was hurting and her hurt obviously outweighed Margaery's.
It would have been easier if Shay had just said "fuck you" and left.
So much easier.
The woman shifted, made uncomfortable by this entire situation. She did not rise to her feet nor did she make any move to close the distance between she and the Admiral, instead holding her stare and letting her anger - hot and bitter - simmer in her veins. [b]"You may not be able to control what Bast does, but that doesn't mean you can't control what you do. Don't play that card, Shay... Don't you fucking dare. You're my wife and yet, here you are, invalidating my feelings just like everyone else does. I know you're hurting... I can feel it! But I'm one misstep away from handing control over to Genevieve and never coming back. Don't you realize that?" Her voice tapered, desperation clinging to it.
"I just want to go home..."
She didn't mean back to the Observatory or even to the Islands- no, she meant the manor with her father and mother and aunts and uncles. Surely Shay would consider that a low-blow.... But the regret that she felt was short lived, extinguished the moment Shay accused her of thinking that she didn't care. Oh, she knew how much her wife cared- she was practically drowning in her concern all the fucking time. And yet, the moment she verbally expressed anything, she was met with this onslaught of absolute bullshit. A hypocrite. Shay was a goddamn hypocrite.
Her eyes found the scar, jaw clenching as a wave of nausea passed over her. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. She remembered finding Shay's crumbled body, holding her close as blood spilled over her hands, crying and begging and wishing that Nik hadn't come... hadn't destroyed her lover. Margaery did not look at the scar, could not look at the scar. Shay had been right about that... But sometimes, when she was certain that sleep had claimed her wife, she'd absently trace it, silent tears slipping from half-lidded eyes, the pale moonlight dancing upon her shuddering form.
Her fault.
Her fault.
Her fault.
"I wish you didn't care so much about me!" Breaking. She was breaking. Genevieve, Maarit, Ingrid... they were all holding their breaths in anticipation, trying their best to calm her down, to ground her. But she was too engulfed in anger. In betrayal. In sadness. She hardly felt them at all. "You want to know why I can't look at you? Because if you hadn't ever loved me, you would have had the opportunity to be happy. You would have lived and died in our village, surrounded by children, honorable and balanced- just as Erlend wanted. But no... I had to take you with me, I had to curse you to eternal damnation too... I had to let my father ruin you... and that scar is a living reminder of everything I've dragged you through. It's all my fault. Don't you see that, love? And because you care so goddamn much, you're just hurting yourself too."
"I'm not worth it... Please, understand that..."
"Please... see me as the monster that I am..."
Break alone, Margaery. Break alone... Do not fold in front of her... You can't. You can't. No one cares... there's no one there. No one. You're alone. You're alone.
But she couldn't hold herself together anymore, breathing fast and shallow as her emotions finally succeeded in drowning her. And perhaps that was the end of Margaery Mikaelson, her undoing... her temporary demise. For, when she spoke again, her voice was smaller, softer, more reminiscent of an ancient time long ago.
"Erlend wouldn't do this to me."
Did you love and never learn, sweet?
© MADI
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