The rebirth of Margaery Tyrell

[roseofthetyrells]

Who: Closed to close CR
What: The rebirth of Margaery Tyrell
Where: Hope's Temple
When: right now
Warnings: Discussion of murder?



The first thing Margaery was aware of was that she was lying on flat, hot stone. The second thing she was aware of was that she was only wearing a sheet. The third thing she was aware of was that she was not alone.

She'd heard that you could die in this place and be brought back to life later. Hearing about it and actually experiencing it were two different things. She was aware of the breath entering and exiting her lungs, of her eyes fluttering open, of her toes curling against the warm stone.

All of that came as a relief because as what happened the first time she died, the second time only brought darkness. No sign of Seven Heavens or Seven Hells or any other kind of afterlife at all. She was alive again and she couldn't help her stomach fluttering with nerves as she turned her head to face those who'd gathered to greet her.

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[bythewaves]

He comes to the temple when the battle is done (the demon still lives - fools! To think it will stop so easily. Perhaps... later growls Caranthir's memory), scatched but mostly unharmed, eyes still lit silver, spirit still boiling restlessly beneath his skin. (But later, later whisper the Ambarussa, We have time)

"Margaery?" He calls her from the entrance, hoping she is returned to them.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery stirs when she hears Maglor's voice, rising up from the stone so she's sitting with the sheet clutched to her chest. she's so relieved that he's safe, that he's here]

Maglor? Is that you?

[bythewaves]

Margaery. [ He sighs in quiet relief, something of the restless fury in him settling ]

You live - I'm so glad. [ Quietly, he moves to come further inside ] May I see you?

[roseofthetyrells]

[she tucks the sheet around herself somewhat, although it leaves her back bare]

Yes, of course you may. You don't even have to ask.

[bythewaves]

[ He comes properly into the temple, at that, looking for her, and he offers her his cloak ]

I did not even know you were in trouble, forgive me.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin dreams of Margaery, alive and well, and he awakens, dresses and arms himself, and comes to the temple on a hunch that his dream was a true vision. He is carrying a deep blue velvet cloak over his arm, in case she needs some raiment. He is walking somewhat painfully, since he is still not healed from three deep claw punctures to his ribcage, given him by one of the Vrocks. No doubt Maglor will scold him later for getting up, but he's as restless as he always is, and he can't stay cooped up any longer.

He climbs the steps to the porch under the arch, and pushes open the great doors, enters. The silence in here is overwhelming, and the spaces shadowy, despite the atmosphere of hope. He cannot help but think of the last time he came to this place, of the nights he spent waiting for Yukari to return to him.

And he sees that a resurrection has indeed taken place.

"Margaery?" he says, softly. He comes to the alter and offers her the cloak.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she's been laying on the stone for some time, trying to sort out her memories of what happened. she remembers a woman with black eyes grabbing her by the hair and then. . . what? all she remembers after is darkness, which is profoundly unsettling. how can she know to avenge herself when she can't even remember what exactly happened? and what is she to do with the notion that she died again and was greeted with nothingness again. she cannot stay in this world.

when Curufin enters, she sits up, tucking the sheet around herself as much as she can, although it still leaves her back bare. she's grateful to see that he thought to bring along a cloak. between that and she sheet, she should be able to be properly covered]

Yes, Curufin. It's me. I'm here.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin wraps the cloak around her and fastens it, and then steps back a little in case she's ready to climb off the alter. If she is, he'll hold out a hand to assist her. ]

Thank goodness! How are you feeling?

[ Waking from death is an experience all on its own, completely aside from the experience of death. He doesn't expect her to be ready to leap into action immediately. This this kind of thing may take some absorbing and some thought, and that may take some time. ]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she clutches the cloak to her with one hand, tries to stand on her own, then stumbles back to the floor with an "Oh!" she lifts her head to meet Curufin's eyes, then lifts her hand so he can take it to help her up]

I--I don't quite know yet.

[she doesn't feel the same way she did after she first arrived her post death. she feels as weak as a newborn kitten and her mind is awhirl with emotions and feelings. she mostly feels uncertain. she hates feeling uncertain]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin reaches for her elbow but misses, and so she goes down to the floor. He extends his hand to her, grips her gently but firmly, and pulls her to her feet. He steadies her. ]

Take your time. It is confusing, to emerge from death into life again . .

[ And that he can identify with! Feelings of uncertainty and emotional vulnerability are very troubling indeed. She has his sympathy. ]

Do you need to stay here awhile and regain your strength, or do you want to go elsewhere?

[stonebird]

"My lady, you needn't fear any further harm." Sansa approached the stone slab, laying out a dress and the appropriate underthings at Margaery's feet. She knew that the other woman might feel more like herself if she was not completely undressed.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" she kept her voice soft, reassuring, she hoped, her hand stretching out to stroke over the other woman's dark hair, "I am so glad to see you awake!"

And alive. But she is skirting around that issue for now because it made her feel a familiar mixture of sorrow and anger.

[roseofthetyrells]

"Please, Sansa, it's Margaery." [she's glad to see that Sansa thought about bringing her something proper to wear. she's warm enough, despite being clad in only a sheet, but real clothes will make her feel much more like herself]

"No, I--I'm fine. Now, at least." [she leans into the sensation of having her hair stroked. she always loved it when people played with her hair] "So am I. I don't. . . quite remember what happened. There was a dark haired woman. She--she grabbed me by the hair and did something. But I can't remember what."

[as soon as Margaery realizes exactly what was done to her and what was accomplished by the doing, she's likely to go into a deep anger]

[stonebird]

"Margaery." she repeated apologetically, relieved that her friend could speak. She felt a cold, sharp anger over what had happened - though she was short on details - and her entire focus was on getting Margaery back on her feet.

"You were too far gone for us to help. But Hope told us that you would be revived, so I gathered some of your things and hurried here." her hand moved without her thinking, smoothing back Margaery's hair with comforting strokes, "Someone said she was...is...a demon. I took that to mean some sort of monster."

[roseofthetyrells]

[it will likely take a while. she won't be so quick to welcome strangers for the foreseeable future. and having her sense of safety violated in the Sewing Shop won't be easy to recover from.

she leans into the strokes. she's always loved having her hair fussed with] He did? I suppose that means I have to be grateful to him for something. And, she didn't look like a monster--well, other than the black eyes. But I've seen stranger features here

[stonebird]

She would spend more time with her friend in the shop - with a sword at her side. Strangers would need to approach with care - or perhaps not be welcomed at all. They could organize a delivery service for completed items if need be.

"This is his temple." she sat down on the slab at Margaery's side, feeling her forehead for any trace of a fever, "Black eyes are unnerving, but I have seen stranger too. I do not blame you for not sensing danger."

[imhisaunt]

Delmar is not really able to stop himself, throwing his arms around her shoulders likely before she's even had a chance to register that he was there. And certainly it has not really occurred to him just yet that she is in a bit of a state of undress.

He is overwhelmed with his relief at seeing her.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she hugs Delmar back just as tightly and gives him a squeeze. she's missed him. how is it possible to miss someone when you're dead? she's not sure, she's just aware that there was a void present even in the nothingness of death.

she really could not care less about her state of undress in the moment, she's so happy to see him. he's one of the few people in Hadriel she's willing to be vulnerable in front of which requires a high degree of trust from her.

she murmurs in his ear] I'm here, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here.

[imhisaunt]

[He sets his chin on her shoulder, eyes squeezed tight and he doesn't let go]

I'm sorry, Margaery, I'm sorry

[Delmar's voice is quiet and faltering]

I...I should have helped...I...I should have done something...

[roseofthetyrells]

[she keeps her arms wrapped tightly around him, petting his back soothingly]

Shhh, shhh, shhh, there's no need to be sorry.

[her voice is pitched low and gentle]

There was nothing you could have done. There was nothing I could have done.

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar's life has not been without the specter of death. He grew up in an age where most families could expect the death of a child or the early death of a parent. Where friends would die young. More than that he'd been in a war, a war for which death was part and parcel.

But somehow the deaths here...Harlan, Michael, now Margaery...

They make him feel so much more helpless than he had felt when facing death back home. Back home, perhaps, there had been a morbid comfort in the fact that death was simply part of how things were going to go. Some young. Some old. But it was planned either way.

Here it feels random, without the proper weight, without the proper significance and weight a death is due...it feels cruel in its triviality and its ability to be repeated.

Delmar shifts a little so now its his forehead resting on her shoulder, eyes closed]

I don't understand. I..why would a demon...? why you?

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[lemontree]

[ After she heard of Margaery's resurrection, Dany sent the other woman a message, unsure of her location: ]

Margaery. Where are you? Are you injured?

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[roseofthetyrells]

I'm in Hope's temple. I'm uninjured, just badly shaken.

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[lemontree]

Do you need help, or is someone there to escort you home?

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[roseofthetyrells]

I have Maglor and Curufin here. They'll see me home safely. I'm thinking about asking them to put wards on our apartment to keep creatures like the one who--who killed me out. Would you be opposed?

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[lemontree]

[ The names are unfamiliar, but she trusts Margaery's judgment for the most part. ]

I know nothing about wards, but if they will keep us safe, then I have no issue.