what a shame we all became such fragile, broken things / private

[Margaery]

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

There was something poetic that could be said about this moment and the tragedy that accompanied what surely would be Margaery's demise. Perhaps it was that she had been in this same situation nearly a year ago, cowering before the powerful figure of her wife as she claimed her life so easily, so effortlessly. She remembered the pain, not so much physical, but emotional as she was shredded to pieces. She remembered how betrayed she felt, though she knew, deep down, that Suiteheart had accidentally released her own monster. That polar bear had haunted her nightmares since. At least in this, she would have closure, a certain sense of finality- you didn't dream when you were dead.

But this story had a different ending and the ravenous ursine was the one to stagger and fall, not she. She had been anticipating the impact of claws and teeth against her fragile flesh for so long that her brain didn't register the sounds of a struggle and finally, a gurgle. There was a voice too, one so familiar that her gray eyes fluttered open.  For a moment, all she could feel was a sudden and overwhelming blood lust. Copper hung in the air and subconsciously, her lips pulled back in a snarl and her claws escaped their padded sheathes. Her breath hitched in her throat and the beast disappeared, retreating back inside her and once again relinquishing control.

Margaery was back...

And she had a lot of thoughts.

More so feelings, if she was being particular, for when her gaze truly fell upon the form of Lilyspoise, she temporarily forgot how to breathe. There was a rush of emotion - pain, guilt, regret, excitement, hope, love - and she was certain that they all flashed across her features in some confusing flurry. This was her daughter, it had to be.

Her words confused her and Margaery couldn't help but feel a sudden sense of doubt. Was this a stranger who just so happened to resemble the one thing she had been searching for most? Had fate once again decided to play a cruel trick on her, no doubt in payment for her countless sins? [color=#b14767]"Margaery Mikaelson-Tyrell-Folie. I've come to.. I've come to..." She had already given up on maintaining her silly facade. Margaret did not exist, at least no here, not now, when this being held the potential in being her daughter.

[color=#b14767]"I've come to find my daughters. I've been searching for them for so long and finally, finally I believe I've found them."

Her voice was still shaking as was her body. She had almost perished, lost forever at the claws of some random bear she hadn't been smart enough to evade. What would her friends think? Her wife? With her immortality stripped away, she truly would have lost her last opportunity at life and everyone, especially the chocolate point, knew that she wasn't quite done fighting yet.

[color=#b14767]"Lil? Eli? Lissa? Is it... I-Is it you? I've heard of the stories, I've heard about what you three have become. I hope you're okay... I never meant for this to happen... I never meant for us to fall apart. Please, come home with me, you all would love the Ascendants, I promise... I promise..." She babbled, her words borderline incoherent. Her emotions had bested her and she was crying now, nearing the point of sobs. She couldn't believe that this was reality.

Unless this really was some sick trick and she was spilling her heart out to some stranger who had just saved her life.

[color=#b14767]"Please..." She begged, more so to a deity that she knew she genuinely didn't believe in, [color=#b14767]"Please l-let it be... let it be t-them."