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[Margaery]

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

”We can’t afford to misplace ourselves. Not again.”

She tasted copper. She saw red.

Margaery suddenly remembered so much, too much, of a time where she genuinely did not care. A time where she killed for fun because she had nothing better to do. To live for. Grotesque, mangled bodies... wails... blood on every surface... Images that haunted her now- her darkest nightmares that she doubted Suiteheart even knew about. She had slaughtered so many in her attempt to survive without the thing that loved her most, the thing that brought out the best in her, and now, nearly a year later, simply thinking about that twisted version of herself caused her entire demeanor to shift, becoming something resentful, something haunted, something broken

She couldn’t become that person... no... that thing again.

Her powers were gone, yes, and she was mortal once more, but the fear still lingered, a nearly petrifying terror that almost forced her to pull away as Suiteheart embraced her... oh how she missed that embrace.

Her anxieties were suddenly forgotten and she relished in the comfort of her wife’s touch. [color=black]”I missed you,” she suddenly confessed, [color=black]”I missed you so much.”

She had found one part of her tattered family and now she knew, she knew, that there was hope. That her, no, their children had to be out there somewhere.

[color=black]”I’ll be whoever you need me to be,” She affirmed, finally responding to Suite’s original statement, [b][color=black]”But I don’t think I can truly be the same person... not until we find our children... maybe even after that. We need to look though. We need to look together.”

“We need to rebuild our family.”