estamos rompiendo la discoteca ★ open

[Margaery]

[align=center]

margaery mikaelson-folie

Margaery had fallen asleep in her bunker room, shaking fingers tracing withered photographs in some old scrapbook she had found by complete accident. Looking at pictures of she and her father in happier times always made her feel... strange. Images depicting them hugging, smiling, laughing, painting reminded her that she hadn't always hated him and that knowledge in and of itself was enough to make her nauseous. She hadn't been able to look away though, not after a treasure trove had been located. Hell, she intended on combing through the album ten times over and probably would have by now had sleep not claimed her. Shay was probably worried sick that she hadn't returned to their shared room yet but in her sleeping bliss, Margaery had no way of being concerned about that.

She had just subconsciously shifted when the sound of music brought her hurtling back to reality, gray eyes blinking open in a dazed confusion. It had to be close to two a.m.... Who possibly could be up this hour listening to such loud music? Wiping the tiredness from her eyes, Margaery did what any sane person would do and chose to investigate. It didn't take her long to find Moon and Hazel and oh goodness, was Hazel dancing? She had never seen the younger girl dance before much less in such a skilled fashion and admittedly, she was stunned. Not bad stunned, no, of course not, but good stunned because wow - wow - Hazel was incredible.

She opened her mouth to compliment Haze when Shay arrived and instead earned a laugh from Margaery, the brunette instinctively reaching for her hand and leaning on her. [color=#b09090]"It's too late to be having a party," She observed sleepily, yawning almost on cue, [color=#b09090]"You're killing me, Hazel... I'm dying. Dead. Deceased." Was the Cosmic General a little more... dramatic because she was tired? Oh most certainly! But it was obvious that she didn't care as she yawned again, toe now tapping to the beat. [color=#b09090]"I wish I could get some sleep but if you insist on dancing at two in the morning, who am I to deny you that?" She mumbled on, now appearing more half asleep than anything else. She had tried her best though- at least she had dragged herself out of that bunker room in the first place.