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[Margaery]

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

"Are... you real?"

Honestly, who knew?

She had wandered for so long, a forlorn soul with nothing but aching memories and heavy paws, that she certainly questioned how real any of her life was. She would not be surprised to discover that she had actually perished and that this was some sort of twisted purgatory she was doomed to spend the rest of eternity in and yet, here she was- breathing air that she felt real and inhaling the all too familiar scent of something that she had lost oh so long ago.

Margaery's eyes had once been the windows to her soul- her every emotion displayed proudly, sometimes even wildly, within them. They were empty now, borderline bloodshot from countless nights of little to no sleep. Yet, when they fell upon the pale form of Suiteheart, something brightened within them, a little glimmer of life almost. Something stirred in her chest, a feeling that she had fallen out of acquaintance with after months of bitter, bitter solitude.

Was this real? Were these feelings, this figure before her, real?

Or had her imagination simply decided to play tricks on her?

[color=black]"Isn't that the question, love?"

She finally droned in response, though she could barely mask the hope that laced each word. Had she not known better, had she not been disappointed or falsely led before, she would have ran and embraced her wife. But she was a weary individual, a former thing of power that had been stripped of everything including her trust for others. She would not blindly hug this stranger.

But is she truly the stranger here? You're the shell. Not her. Not her.

She swallowed hardly at that thought, and then, reared upon her haunches, gray blue eyes staring intently into baby blue ones.