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[Margaery]

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON

Margaery, to her knowledge, had never fainted before. She was acutely aware of the turmoil transpiring outside of her body, but found herself appreciating the peaceful weightlessness she felt as she floated deeper and deeper into the black of her subconscious. Her chest was barely rising and falling, only the slight movement betraying the fact that she was indeed still alive... that her lungs had not ceased in their function just yet.. but other than that, she was as still as any presumed deceased creature might be.

She quite liked the lack of responsibility and stress she felt and wondered why she had not encountered these feelings before. You haven't had many run ins with smoke since the original incident, Her mind supplied lazily, though Margaery lacked the comprehension to understand. She supposed that she should trust whatever her conscience told her. In this state of blissful ignorance, the "awake" part of her brain was the only thing keeping her rooted to the real world, preventing her from teetering over into the abyss of, well, death.

Suddenly, she was painfully aware of the feeling of being moved, once muddled, clouded thoughts becoming sharper and sharper- easier to understand. Was she returning to the concious world? Was she ready for that?

"W-wake up, Margaery."

There was a voice, a familiar, calming, wonderful voice and she, in spite of her strong desire to remain peacefully existing inside of her own head, began struggling to return to the real world. Stormy eyes would flutter open and she, confused, sick from smoke, and a bit delirious saw Suite only as the feline she remembered her most fondly as- not the bear that had saved her.

"Suite..." She coughed softly, wincing as a sharp pain radiated through her chest, [color=#b14767]"Save the lilies, okay?" Those were the only flowers she cared about and she was unaware that they'd already been claimed by the flames- just as she and Lil's relationship had been. Oh well, it'd do her no favors to fret about something that was already gone and there was blackness again, eating at the corners of her vision.

She had been strong enough to regain her consciousness but her lungs were growing fatigued and now, all she wanted to do was sleep.

So amidst the chaos and the flames, she did.

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