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[lup]

do not stand at my grave and weep

i am not there, i do not sleep

lup taaco ✦ phantasmal & resplendent ✦ the ascendants ✦ tags

Lup felt her heart sink as Margaery talked about her health deteriorating -- the reason why she had settled down here -- and could only mentally berate herself for not thinking about that as a potential factor. The spitfire herself would trudge through hell and back to find Taako-- but she was also a fucking lich for a good portion of her life.
"I... I'm so sorry to hear that." The ragdoll murmured, listening as Margaery spoke of her love for her daughters. Lil didn't mention having any sisters, but that didn't mean that it was completely out of the question. Lup only was with her for a few days, and they didn't exactly exchange life stories in that time.

"They're the reason why I plant lilies in my garden."

Wait, what. Lilies and three daughters... it had to be a coincidence... it had--
A hothead, a sweetheart, and a mix of the two.

Lup could only stare in shock as Margaery described her daughters, but as soon as she realized that might've sent the wrong message -- she didn't know where they were, but Lup knew these daughters whether Lilyspoise was one of them or not -- and she was horrified because Margaery didn't know. She didn't know but she likely knew that Lup knew something and now Lup had to fucking explain this.

"I... believe I've heard of your daughters. I don't know where they are currently, but..." Lup paused, suddenly making a connection. These people had been so much like the mothers Lilyspoise described, and the fact that Margaery planted lilies in her garden pointed to the relation between the two being true, but... Margaery's daughters-- the ones she described... "Wherever they are..." What had happened to the other two daughters? "Your daughters are... folklore. I'm a storyteller, and in my amount of travel time I've shared a lot and heard a lot but... the stories of your daughters aren't... good, and not for the reason you might be fearing."

"They're known by a lot of names, the most frequent is The Lilies. Though, people call them chimeras, people call them revenants, people call them beasts. I don't know what they were like under your care but..." This was the worst part. Lup braced herself, as if she was the one being hit with the news. "They were well known serial killers. I don't know the full story, or if this is even true, but I've been warned of them during my travels. I've been told that if you see the beast with black eyes, run. If you see the red eyes of a warm hearted soul to know that those eyes are stained in blood. I've been told that if I see the lilac hues of lilies, that it's already too late."

"But... during my travels, I met someone. I was injured, and she offered to treat me. To protect me. Her eyes were a dull lilac -- I didn't even think it could be the same person at the time -- and those eyes were... so, so tired. She patched me up and watched over me for a couple days, and I thanked her. I asked if there was anything I could do to repay her, but she insisted that I didn't. She said she was a bad person, that her reputation probably preceded her, and that she was surprised I hadn't run yet. I told her that I couldn't run -- I  was searching, I would do anything for Taako -- and she said she had a way for me to repay her. She told me that if I saw her mothers on my travels, to send them in her direction." Lup looked up at Margaret, scared yet hopeful yet heartbroken. She was alone.

Lup took a deep breath, feeling herself shaking despite not being scared. It was more-so a guilt, a guilt that wracked her because there were so many factors-- so many ways that this could go wrong.
"Their names-- what were your daughter's names?"