I'M SURE WE'LL MEET IN THE SPRING | GARDENING, OPEN

[Margaery]

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON-FOLIE

[COLOR=#b59693]"I got the good side of things, left you with both of the rings." Margaery sang quietly as she worked, nimble paws quickly bringing life back to her otherwise decrepit garden. A week without tender care had left it in a shaky state and the chocolate point was appalled to see that weeds had practically run rampant without supervision. [color=#b59693]"I got the good side of you, sent it out into the blue. The people danced to the sound of your heart, the world sang along to it falling apart," She continued, a hardly audible sigh falling from breathless lips. Gardening was the only thing she could do without feeling some remote and inescapable shame. She was lying to the world about her reasons for disappearing this past week and, terrified of the truth, let her tall tale rule her. It was the only way though, and if that resulted in Suite and the others hating her, than that was her burden to bear.

[color=#b59693]"But I sympathize, and I recognize... and baby, I apologize." Was her song choice a little too convenient given the circumstances of her, well, everything? Oh, most certainly. Margaery was a careful and calculating creature, very rarely did she do something unintentionally. She only hoped that Suiteheart wasn't aware of her little impromptu concert (if she could even call it that, she was after all still gardening), the chocolate point had muted the bond to alleviate her wife a little bit but their connection was still there, keeping her grounded, alive. [color=#b59693]"That I got the good side of things," There was a pause and yet another sigh, [color=#b59693]"But I didn't. Neither of us did..."

At least she had her roses.

They would never reject her.

[MADI]

OCTAVIA AURELIUS.

[b]TELL HER THAT JEALOUSY IS A DISEASE, DIE SLOW

Octavia liked Margy. Well, Bast liked Margy, and was with her often, and therefore the filly often found them together and had grown used to Margy being around. She was always fairly kind to her, and that was enough to win over the filly's vanity; she liked anyone who showed her kindness and due respect. Bast often remarked that she was a bit pretentious for a filly so young, but she saw no issue with being self-assured. She was a big deal, after all.

She came walking delicately up to the vampire now, curved nose turning up briefly before she lowered her head to study Margy as she sang. Evidently content with what she found, she nudged her with her nose, before laying down with that same prim delicacy. Octavia huffed, and then laid her head down, taking up residence beside her in the gardens.

[B]BLACK ARABIAN FILLY — BASTILLEPRISONER'S COMPANION — TEMP CHARACTER