don't you fret my dear, it'll all be over soon, i'll be waiting here for you

[Margaery]

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON-FOLIE

After a thousand years of life, of loving and hating and killing and loving again, Margaery had never expected to see a conclusion to her story. She was above death, would forever be above death, her soul indestructible and protected by the goddess Selene, her patron deity. Her savior. To her, succumbing to inevitable darkness was nothing more than something to joke about, to laugh about, to mention lightly in passing because she'd always return to her friends and her family. She had seen centuries come and she'd continue to see centuries go, never changing, but always suffering as those she loved were claimed by death. Immortality had never been a blessing, no... to Margaery, it was a burden. A curse. A disease. She had been the architect of so many disasters, had dismantled families because she was bored. Because Maarit hadn't lived and died in that sleepy viking village all those years ago.

Margaery was tired. Living was difficult when you had seen everything, done everything. She had her children and she had her wife and she had her clan and that should have been enough. And it was... it was enough until it wasn't. Until the force of her crimes, of her monstrosities, began weighing on her more and more and more and more. Until the promise of relief and peace practically took her breath away. That was where she was at now, sitting silently besides Suiteheart as she thumbed through an old photo album. She hadn't felt this light in a very long time as she leaned into the familiar warmth of her wife, relishing in the solid comfort she was provided, breath catching in her throat as the reality of what was about to happen overwhelmed her. She had been death for so long and finally, finally she was going to be free. And Bast was going to help give her that freedom.

As he entered the room, she released a faint sigh, not at all surprised to see him standing before them. [color=#b59693]"Filius meus. Dulcis puer meus. I'm just going to get to the point even though I know you're smart enough to figure all of this out," She began quietly, evenly, not at all bothered by the fact that she was giving up everything for a chance to finally rest. [color=#b59693]"We've decided that we've lived for long enough. Selene needs two sacrifices and Suite and I are going to fill those roles this month. We should have died a long time ago in retrospect. I'm glad we didn't. I'm glad I got to meet you and Hazel and Moon... all of my children... everyone here." She paused, tears filling her eyes. A smile appeared on her face though, one that hopefully communicated how ready she was, how ready she had been. [color=#b59693]"Can you help us? I think... I think you know what we need." They had to work quickly, Margaery knew that, and yet, she felt no desire to rush Bastille. She'd never see him after this night concluded, was it really so wrong of her to want to stretch out the remaining time she had with him?

[color=#b59693]"Bast... I just..." Margaery glanced at Suiteheart, finding a way to press into her wife more, using her as a grounding source. She had always been her grounding source. [color=#b59693]"I love you. I'm so proud of you. Thank you."

"Thank you so much."