call all their bluffs / open

[Margaery]

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON-FOLIE

Margaery had never seen herself as the type to gamble, not when there was often too much at stake all balanced on the delicate (yet precarious) shoulders of fate and luck. She was of the firm belief that she elected what happened to her, rewriting her own destiny with her own hands and ripping apart the predetermined one that had once stood in its place. Gambling stripped her of that ability, it left her vulnerable and hoping that she didn't lose whatever she had been stupid enough to offer. It was a shame that, as she approached, Genevieve decided to push her influence a bit and halfway take control, gray eyes flickering red. 

[color=#b59693]"I'll play, sugar," The vampiress extended casually, shoulders rising and falling in a casual shrug. She had nothing on her person worth adding to Anima's knife but made a note to return home should the other female demand a contribution. [color=#b59693]"My name is Genevieve but she doesn't like when I introduce myself, call me Margaery." Her introduction was rather reluctant in nature, a frown curving her darkened lips as Margaery struggled against her far more dominant self. She'd let her return sooner than later, but not before this game had concluded- Margaery couldn't tell card games apart to save her life.