08-14-2018, 11:59 PM
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MARGAERY MIKAELSON-FOLIE
[color=#b59693]"I'll come along, love."
Uncomfortable, she appeared visibly uncomfortable as she approached, metaphorical brows stitched together in a way that screamed worry. Suiteheart was beyond unhappy with her, she recognized that, and while her wife's displeasure was entirely misdirected (and for good reason- Margaery had to ensure that she was indeed angry at her) it still killed her inside to know that she was unwelcome here. [color=#b59693]"I won't be able to eat anything," Neither will you, [color=#b59693]"But I want to help the others." A timid smile momentarily danced upon dark lips, its spark all but extinguishing the moment she realized that Suite, too, was rather hungry. You're angry at me, I know that... But you need to take care of yourself. Please, I can't stand to know that you're starving.
She expected a rush of anger to meet her words and silently embraced for its impact, swallowing hardly. Never before had her wife's presence been so excruciating and for the first time in one thousand years, Margaery found herself wishing that someone else would come along to assist them. She'd glance awkwardly over her shoulder at that thought, wondering if it would be Moon that came to her rescue. She hoped so- he'd help to eliminate the burning tension that now burned so brilliantly between she and Suite.
Uncomfortable, she appeared visibly uncomfortable as she approached, metaphorical brows stitched together in a way that screamed worry. Suiteheart was beyond unhappy with her, she recognized that, and while her wife's displeasure was entirely misdirected (and for good reason- Margaery had to ensure that she was indeed angry at her) it still killed her inside to know that she was unwelcome here. [color=#b59693]"I won't be able to eat anything," Neither will you, [color=#b59693]"But I want to help the others." A timid smile momentarily danced upon dark lips, its spark all but extinguishing the moment she realized that Suite, too, was rather hungry. You're angry at me, I know that... But you need to take care of yourself. Please, I can't stand to know that you're starving.
She expected a rush of anger to meet her words and silently embraced for its impact, swallowing hardly. Never before had her wife's presence been so excruciating and for the first time in one thousand years, Margaery found herself wishing that someone else would come along to assist them. She'd glance awkwardly over her shoulder at that thought, wondering if it would be Moon that came to her rescue. She hoped so- he'd help to eliminate the burning tension that now burned so brilliantly between she and Suite.
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