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[Margaery]

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It was Suiteheart's sudden realization that Margaery was gone that finally coaxed a laugh from the chocolate point. There was no love, no happiness, no warmth behind the giggle that fell from her jaws- only an icy satisfaction gained from her wife's distress. She truly was a monster, she affirmed to herself delightfully, and being this way... well... it supplied  her a demented sort of pleasure. The Margaery before her had been soft and gentle (though there was no denying the thorns she hid away under velvet petals). She had put her family first and herself second. She had loved so much regardless of the things she lost and lost and lost. She was the perfect image of a kindly queen and for that- people loved her. This Margaery could not so much as hold a candle to her beacon of light and she wholly and completely relished in that fact.

A corrupt, analytical creature, her biggest priority was stumbling across her next meal. She was as clever as the devil and twice as pretty and planned to use that honeyed charm that the old Margaery had to lure in friends. Family. Anyone she could simply so she could snatch their life away.  There was just an innate urge for her to do that. For her to kill. She supposed she had her father and her uncle to thank for that. Years of murder and murder and more murder had made the metaphorical act of playing god more so a family trait than anything else. She was merely acting as they had in their lifetimes.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

Of course, she had other motives. She wanted to succeed in finally making Suiteheart hate  her. She wanted to destroy the delicate image the polar bear had of her darling wife. She wanted to rip their tiny family apart once and for all and ensure that there was no way for them to ever heal the wounds she inflicted.

Why?

Because Margaery knew Margaery too well. Being isolated alone in her head gave her access to her biggest fears as well as the things that set her soul aflame. Her family was the one thing she loved more than anything on the planet and so long as they were intact, she would continue to fight for control. That couldn't happen. She needed to remain here, living and breathing and not trapped in the confines of a mental prison. And as long as Suiteheart and the souls were in the picture, that desire was but a nearly intangible dream.

The one downside to her plan was the bond. It connected them in every way and though the feelings were weak and muted, the real Margaery could still experience the turmoil of emotions that Suiteheart was experiencing. Even now, she could feel her fighting- kicking and screaming and begging for things to go back to normal. The Monster was not so easily phased. Her requests were absurd and would never be fulfilled. Everyone's fate had been predetermined long ago by this new and twisted Margaery and she would rather perish than see her business go unfinished.

"I killed you once.."

Was that... fear?

Confusion graced her otherwise stony features for a brief second. Why was she suddenly afraid? A beast as apathetic and uncaring as she should not have been so easily rocked by such a simple (and empty, in her opinion) statement. Was real Margaery actually succeeding in returning her to her mental shackles? No... that wasn't possible. That couldn't be possible. There had to be another alternative- some minute detail she was missing. Whatever the case, she could not let her slip and accidental portrayal of terror remain any longer. 

[color=#b14767]"I'm not afraid of you," She extended casually, the tip of her tail flicking in some attempt to only further prove her indifference. Was the statement a lie? Yes. Would Suiteheart know that? She... actually didn't know. The bond was perhaps the only thing that truly confused her and to this day, she struggled to know what was and was not felt by its power. As smart as she was, it had never occurred to her that everything (and I mean everything) was communicated between the supernatural link they shared.

"Don't."

Was she trying to intimidate her?

How foolish.

Suite might have had the teeth and the claws, but Margaery possessed both unnatural skill and nearly unmatched agility. She would not fall at the hands of her wife. Not today. [color=#b14767]"You live in a blissfully ignorant world, Suiteheart Folie. You're too dumb to understand the consequences of your actions. Margaery is a liar. You don't know the real her. You don't know anything about her. She's a master of disguises. She's manipulative, cunning, and she has her claws in you. You need to let her go. She's... I'm doing nothing but harming you," She offered. Her voice softened at the last bit, mimicking how the Monster assumed Margaery would speak in such a situation. She was proud of her efforts too- it sounded like Margaery was in control for a split second.

[color=#b14767]"What you fail to understand, love, is that her and I are two sides of the same coin. She's always been me as I've always been her. The problem is- she has a terrible habit of repressing things. Memories, emotions, me. Had she not tried so hard to run from her agonizing bloodlust and her true nature, had she never found you who made her want to be such a good person for no reason at all... then perhaps she and I would coexist peacefully as one complete person."

It was true. Suiteheart had done nothing but influence Margaery to be good and pure... to not succumb to the temptations of darkness and the promises of evil power. She had complicated everything to a severe extreme and this Margaery hated her for it. Things would have been so much easier had Margaery not given her heart away with such reckless abandon.

[color=#b14767]"If you weren't in the picture, our precious Margaery would be happy. You fail to realize that you've caused her an incredible amount of pain. You've killed her. You've forgotten her. You've terrified her. I'm a manifestation of all those wounds you left on the person you proclaim your love to everyday. I'm the bitterness and rage that she never expressed to you out of her own fear that you would hate her for standing up for herself. Just accept that you truly are pathetic, Suiteheart. You're ruining her.. no... you've ruined her."

Her stare was unwavering- eyes a combination of both burning hatred and icy aloofness. She wouldn't so much as respond to the girl's next comment about knowing her. Suiteheart didn't know her. Not like she used to. That had been her own fault, she accepted that, but she would not entertain the idea that Suiteheart even a close idea of who Margaery really was. She had become exceptional at wearing a fake face towards everyone she interacted with. She was a true enigma and honestly, she liked remaining that way. This had been her burden to share alone and no one, not even her wife, was allowed to indulge in the knowledge of what was really transpiring underneath that pretty, charismatic surface.

[color=#b14767]"But that's where you're wrong," She suddenly continued, dragging herself back to reality, [color=#b14767]"You're still in control, love. And as long as you still have that hold over yourself, you would never, ever hurt me. You care too much about me. You'd hate yourself forever if you took away the one thing that kept you feeling safe and grounded. In fact, I know you still regret killing me the first time. Margaery didn't look at you the same for how long? I know the moment you phased back into a bear, all those memories came flooding back to her. They haunted her dreams... I'll take full credit for that. Her subconscious needed a little push- it made it easier for me to take over when she finally couldn't deal with you any longer. And about Lil, perhaps I'll have to take your words as a challenge. I'll kill her. I'll kill you. I'll kill anyone. Watch me."

She laughed cruelly again, a wicked smirk coming to life upon her chocolate jaws.

[color=#b14767]"Margaery can't chain me up again."

There was a pause.

[color=#b14767]"The real Margaery is gone."