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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

(me? showing up to my own thread late as heck bc i've been busy? it's more likely than you think)

For a moment, Margaery was silent. Especially recently, she couldn't seem to shake the nasty tendency to get lost in her own thoughts and the swamp... well, it provided her with an especially convenient escape. It reminded her of home, of a beautiful manor situated in a blossoming town that bordered the most wicked and ferocious of swamps. She didn't know if, in comparison to the one that spread out before her, it still held that title, but Margaery wasn't one to think of it any less fondly. She had to remind herself that she was here with a job to do, and Suiteheart's presence - both physically and through the bond - easily brought her back to reality, gray eyes blinking a few times as she processed the turnout they had produced.

[b]"Hello all!" She greeted easily, trying her best not to stare at the large arachnid that had come to greet them. He succeeded in reminding her of a time long ago, when she had possessed two tarantulas that she had loved dearly. The poor things had succumbed to death though and Margaery found herself missing them every day. Abathur was rather sentient though, whereas her own companions had not been. It was no matter though- his appearance alone still managed to usher forth an onslaught of memories. "My name is Margaery Mikaelson and this is my wife, Suiteheart. Hello, Morgan, it's nice to see you and oh- Delta?"

The utahraptor's appearance certainly threw her for a loop, gray eyes widening as she studied the massive reptile closely. She wondered why, of all people, Delta had chosen to follow them, but it seemed as if this strange german shepard seemed to possess the ability to wrangle her a bit. Interesting. "Oh... um..." Margaery paused, returning her attention to the Tanglers, "It's not a problem. And no, we don't need anything, love." The last bit of her words were directed at Malkyn, a sort of faint curiosity gleaming within her gaze as she regarded both she and Talia. She could sense something between the pair too, far from a platonic sort of love- no, no, they were involved romantically just as she and Suite were. "If that's all though," She added quickly, "Shall we be going, Suite?"

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