our love is six feet under / private

[Margaery]

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

Admittedly, Margaery didn't know how she would react were Suiteheart to embrace her. Much like her wife, the limited physical contact she had shared with others in the past year had been for more gruesome reasons- never from affection. She had vowed to never so much as lay a finger upon her love, but after permitting her primal instincts to rule her for far too long a time, she didn't trust herself. What if her restrain lapsed? What if she panicked under the pressure of another creature's gentle touch? She could hardly stand the thought.

So instead, she resigned to putting more space between them, her grayish blue eyes still brimmed with tears. Everything was so different now and everything was so bad. This sudden development of emotions didn't help either and for a moment, she almost regretted wishing for them so dearly. Things hurt, to put it plainly, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't give to disappear for a few moments simply to reacquaint herself with the things she had repressed... the things that she had run from.

But she couldn't do that, not when Suiteheart was telling her that they both let their children down, that they both had some part to play in this. For some reason, that left a bitter taste in her mouth. She'd rather carry that burden on her own, knowing entirely that it was her fault that her family had splintered and shattered. Suiteheart didn't have any part in that, not when she tried so hard to be a good wife, a good friend, a good mother. It was Margaery who didn't try hard enough... if only she had put more of herself in looking for what remained of the Tyrell-Folie's... if only she hadn't shut down.

The tears came harder and harder still as their children were brought up. Dead. She knew they were dead... She, herself, had barely survived this.

The sob that emitted from her trembling form was now strangled and that feeling in her chest, that dreadful, dreadful feeling was twisting and knotting more and more with every passing second.

[color=black]"I don't want this... I don't want this new life... I don't want this new home... I don't want this new us..." She whispered, [color=black]"I want our old life."