SINGING MOTHER MARY ★ p, margy

[Margaery]

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

She found it strange how Hazel was unable to sense the darkness that she carried in her own soul. It was not hard to see through that charming smile and sickly sweet disposition to the real thing underneath- the monstrous thing - and yet, the girl her opposite seemed to possess no inclination that she was sharing the same room as a killer. Margaery, vaguely, wondered if her acting had just gotten all that much better, she certainly had been running from her deviant past for a long time, hiding underneath facades and lies. It was a little shocking admittedly, but she didn't let the emotion show on her face, merely maintaining that amiable smile (which she did guarantee to be genuine. Hazel was no victim of hers and she would present the realest form of herself as possible if it meant getting closer to her). Or maybe, Hazel was just oblivious. Either way, she was relieved. She wasn't quite ready to show that part of herself to anyone anytime soon.

Margaery did manage a small laugh as the other girl mentioned how some of their clanmates looked like they've killed before, wanting so badly to inform her that she had killed countless times until the act was more of a chore she could execute in a single sweep. She was terribly good at playing god and taking away the life from those who she deemed to be evil. She was also a terrible hypocrite in that sense. [color=#b14767]"It's bad to judge a book by its cover," She jokingly responded, though she did agree somewhat. Excluding herself, who would probably strike her clanmates as a wildcard, there certainly were a few among them who seemed to have been hardened by the act of stealing another life.

Speaking of, she was incredibly grateful that her own, delicate features had not been touched by her past transgressions, still retaining the easy elegance and beauty that she dominated so gracefully. [color=#b14767]"I think it's safe to say that everyone has demons," She responded, her expression faltering only slightly, [color=#b14767]"It's how we live with them that counts though." Uncertainty touched Margaery's words and she was instantly reminded of her own demons... she was a let down of a mother and of a child, never good enough for both Lilyspoise and Caroline, much too loving for either of their tastes she supposed.

[color=#b14767]"That makes sense," Margaery breathed, a note of relief lacing her tone. She had grown uncomfortable by the subject at hand as well and was more than happy to deviate from the topic to discuss rooms instead. [color=#b14767]"I actually just started working on my own room today. I hung up a picture of my wife and my children," She admitted. Hazel had already been entrusted with her real name, why not let on a few more tidbits of information? It wasn't like they were really harmful to anyone.