IN THE WAKE OF SATURDAY ; open, ooc prompt

[Margaery]

Margaery was selfish. Deep down, she knew that Suiteheart lacked the ability to control what had happened to her and yet, the chocolate point still continued to blame her, allowing her own fear towards bears to project on the being that was supposed to be her wife. She wondered, vaguely, if Suite knew of her childish behavior and simply chose to ignore it. That wouldn't surprise her... Suiteheart had always been the better person - though she'd never admit it - and would gladly allow Margaery to act as she pleased if it meant that she resembled anything close to content.

The truth of the matter was that Margaery was far from content and sitting here, gazing between her wife, the locket, and her clanmates, she realized what she needed to do. Darling, I'm sorry, She sent down the bond, an apologetic expression touching her lips. And then, she raised her mental walls and cut off her side of the connection. She didn't want Suiteheart to continue feeling her turmoil of emotions, her pain, her trauma. Her wife had too many battles of her own to fight and Marg was only succeeding in hurting her, not helping her. This would be for the best, she decided.

[color=#b14767]"Hazel did a fantastic job," She offered faintly, behaving as if she had not just isolated herself from the one creature that knew her best, [color=#b14767]"Thank you." Her last statement was directed in the direction of the younger girl, an appreciative smile present upon her lips. [color=#b14767]"I hung up some pictures of us myself the other day," She continued, hating herself for behaving so nonchalant in the face of the atrocity that she just committed. You're awful, Margaery... absolutely awful. Perhaps you two should have stayed apart, Some twisted part of her whispered, causing her to visibly flinch.

If she had the same handle of control on this as she did her vampirism, her walls wouldn't stay up long... but at least the lack of foreign emotion would hopefully give Suite some room to breathe.