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[Margaery]

[color=#b14767] ❁  ❁  ❁

First, there was sadness. It crushed her, strangling the already strained air from her lungs until she was suffocating. She couldn't live like this. She couldn't live like this.

Then, there was the anger. Try as she might, she could not fight off the flames of her rage- she had no choice but to succumb to them. She couldn't fight anymore. She couldn't fight anymore.

Finally, there was nothing. The darkness had welled inside of her. It had consumed her. And now, she was the thing that she despised most. Not a bear. Not an open fire. No- Margaery Mikaelson was a monster. It was the only way she could survive this. It was the only way she could survive this.

No! No! Stop... Stop, you can't do this! I'm not done fighting!

Her attention diverted momentarily from Suiteheart, focused now upon the tiny voice in the back of her head. She supposed it was the last remainder of the real Margaery- a little warrior who had yet to give up and give in. She appreciated that, she supposed... but not enough. The beast had been unchained from its shackles and had no desire to return to them so quickly, if at all. Freedom was liberating; she would not so easily exchange it in favor of the whines of a troubled girl.

[color=#b14767]"You're mistaken, love," She began smoothly. The tears that had once flowed with so much reckless abandon had already begun to dry but her eyes remained two dark pools of cooled fire. There was something else lurking within them now- a shadow of the darkness that she had at long last handed control over to. That had been what happened, right? One minute, she was a shaking, emotional mess who thought the world was caving in on her and the next, she was this... this thing. Cold. Calculating. And in possession of a burning fervor to make Suiteheart regret every word that just dripped from her jaws.

She blinked slowly at the polar bear, an air of nonchalant carelessness practically radiating from her lithe form. Her only source of real emotion was the anger she felt on Suite's end and even that was muted and dull. She forgot how much she enjoyed being this detached creature. Why had she not plucked all of her petals away to reveal her  steel-lined thorns sooner?

I told you that you'd enjoy this, She thought to herself, succeeding in momentarily shutting up the pesky voice that was begging her now to return to the confinement that she so bitterly hated. No, it had been decided- this Margaery would not return to the deep recesses of the other's mind. She was here to stay indefinitely and oh did she want to have the time of her life.

[color=#b14767]"I suppose I speak for her now," She continued in that even, cold voice of hers. She referred to the real Margaery with such casual indifference that she almost found the urge to laugh, truly enjoying her newfound power in this less than laughable situation. [color=#b14767]"I'd introduce myself but we've been acquainted once before, as you remember." Suite had even touched on Margaery's history in losing control... how delightful! It was so nice to be remembered, especially after knowing how hard Margaery worked to ensure that the monster was kept under lock and key. Being weak had repercussions, she guessed. [color=#b14767]"Perhaps you should try to calm down, darling. You know you're the reason I'm here right? She finally let go because she couldn't deal with you anymore. She couldn't deal with this. You broke her. Your selfishness. Your hatred. You're the reason she unraveled."

A far cry from the truth but the real Margaery was far from being present enough to testify such. Instead, the chocolate point merely raised a paw and inspected her claw lazily. [color=#b14767]"Is that a good enough reason for you? Or are you too blind to realize that you're the problem here? She's.. no.. I've never been the problem. Had it not been for your utter carelessness, your little doll of a wife would still be here, growing roses and putting everyone else's needs before her own. You're absolutely pathetic."

Something stirred inside of her- some absolute rage that succeeded in catching the beast off guard. Had she truly not given up yet?

Suite. Suite!

Oh.

She understood now.

She was exploiting the bond to communicate, to discredit the words that her physical self had woven so confidently. That couldn't happen she wouldn't allow it.

Don't listen to her, okay? I love you, I love you so much... When the walls around our bond fell so did my control on her... I promise that, darling. I prom-

[color=#b14767]"Cut it out."

And just like that, Margaery Folie was chained and shackled in her own mind just as her counterpart once had been. Even the simply act of locking her away like that sent a wave of satisfaction over the chocolate point and she, momentarily appeased, allowed her attention to once more fall upon the figure of the bear. [color=#b14767]"You should have listened to her when she warned you about being a monster. You're breaking now because you were too stupid to do anything but dote on her. You need her, it seems, but I believe that it's safe to say that she doesn't need you."

There was a pause.

[color=#b14767]"In even the slightest."

A little part of her managed to soften though and her heartless expression, much to her own chagrin, faltered in even the slightest. [color=#b14767]"Why? Why won't you hate me? Why, after all of this?" She questioned, her voice something soft and trembling. Perhaps the real Margaery had seized control for a mere moment. Perhaps she had not. It was hard to tell. But her lapse in emotion did not last long and her face was soon carved from ice again, lips set in a thin line.

[color=#b14767]"News flash: Lil is the only smart one here. She hates me because she probably sees me for what I am. Perhaps you're the one who needs to be sent away to the Typhoon. Are you trying to punish me?" She accused, though mostly an over dramatic exaggeration.


[color=#b14767]"You don't control me, love."

"Nobody does."