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Pride Cometh Before a Fall
Nov. 16th, 2016 02:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thekittenqueenWHO: Margaery and Robb
WHERE: The Stark Bungalow
WHEN: After this
OPEN TO: Robb
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and animal death
STATUS: Closed
After the exhausting events moments before, Margaery wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed and sleep for the rest of the day. She felt spent, drained emotionally and physically. Save for the throbbing of her eye, she felt as though she weren't even present in her body and mind. It was the first time in a long while that she had been struck. The memories it raised were painful and frightening, threatening to return her to the nightmares that she had finally shaken away.
She didn't want to dwell on any of it. Her anger and hysteria had run dry, leaving her feeling like a husk. Along the way, her eye had begun to swell. The light summoned tears, stinging her eye and ratcheting up the pain. She covered her face with her hand and pushed on, finally reaching the bungalow with a sigh of relief.
Once inside, she started to head towards the bathroom, passing Robb in the hallway. Not expecting him to be home, she glanced up at him in surprise before hurrying her steps. She had no desire for him to see her this way. It was humiliating enough that the rest of the village witnessed it.
"Everyone is outside, near the inn. There was an attack." She said casually, as though she didn't have obvious signs of injury on her face.
WHERE: The Stark Bungalow
WHEN: After this
OPEN TO: Robb
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and animal death
STATUS: Closed
After the exhausting events moments before, Margaery wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed and sleep for the rest of the day. She felt spent, drained emotionally and physically. Save for the throbbing of her eye, she felt as though she weren't even present in her body and mind. It was the first time in a long while that she had been struck. The memories it raised were painful and frightening, threatening to return her to the nightmares that she had finally shaken away.
She didn't want to dwell on any of it. Her anger and hysteria had run dry, leaving her feeling like a husk. Along the way, her eye had begun to swell. The light summoned tears, stinging her eye and ratcheting up the pain. She covered her face with her hand and pushed on, finally reaching the bungalow with a sigh of relief.
Once inside, she started to head towards the bathroom, passing Robb in the hallway. Not expecting him to be home, she glanced up at him in surprise before hurrying her steps. She had no desire for him to see her this way. It was humiliating enough that the rest of the village witnessed it.
"Everyone is outside, near the inn. There was an attack." She said casually, as though she didn't have obvious signs of injury on her face.
