hungry for the kill

[molineux]

WHO: Margaery Tyrell & you! c:
WHAT: random dailies. pls come bug her.
WHEN: mostly Harvestmere.
WHERE: Gallows.
NOTES: lmk if you'd like something custom!

Despite Margaery’s recent development with Gwenaëlle, she can still be found around the Gallows frequently, from charming the smithy into teaching her out to best sharpen her dagger to being on the training grounds learning how to best use it. She’s come a long way from her first session, but her movements are still too graceful to be properly aggressive, and anyone who offers to help her train will find it’s easy to catch a foot and ‘help’ her tumble to the ground.

When she’s not getting her ass kicked, Margaery’s often seated somewhere in the courtyard, which makes for an excellent position to work on her embroidery and people-watch at the same time - but if she desires more privacy, the herb garden is also a good bet. Those who stop by the apothecary might also be able to see her perusing the shelves for her beauty routine purposes - and get a tip or two if they desire to ask.

Speaking of routines: if there’s anything Margaery’s particularly religious about, it’s her baths. Like clockwork, she can be found carrying buckets of water up to her room at dusk - still looking regal as hell while she does it with her straight-backed posture and all - and with a focused energy that speaks volumes of how far she’s willing to go to get properly clean. Those who wish to have a conversation at this time may find themselves also forced to follow her exercise, as she’ll only stop her process for emergencies.

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[sparklequeen]

Glimmer does exactly what Margaery expects, her own movements slowly coming to an end as their practice session seems to become more of a discussion than anything else. Her dagger hand drops to the side, the practice weapon hanging from her fingers.

"I know," Glimmer murmurs and she's quietly grateful for the touch of the other's hand. It feels like an anchor when she's on the verge of spinning herself off into space without anything else to hold onto with all the complicated, messy thoughts running through her head.

"You're right. I know you're right," Glimmer says with a weak smile and she hurriedly tucks her practice weapon into her belt so one hand can come up to scrub at her eyes when the sudden sting of frustrated tears begins. Sometimes she wishes she didn't cry so easily--what if people think she's weak?

"And I'm glad I'm still here. Ellie told me that it was what I had to do. I just keep dwelling on it. I need to stop." Her hand squeezes Margaery's tight.

"I knew I was getting into this with Forces but I've never been the kind of person who likes to just sit back, right? I want to be out there directly. When I was coronated had had to focus on all the stupid small things and go to meetings on top of meetings and I couldn't do anything because I was too important it drove me crazy..."

[molineux]

"Change is inevitable, yet still difficult for many of us."

For most people, Margaery thinks. She observes the hasty nature with which Glimmer wipes at her eyes and lets her own practice weapon drop to gently swipe at a rogue tear that's made it all the way down her cheek. The other hand remains where it is, squeezing Glimmer's hand in return.

"But you're strong. And you just have to be patient."

Her smile is wry, because she knows all her advice is much easier said than done.

"Like you said, when you were a queen, you had many other responsibilities that I'm sure took you a lot to get used to. And now, as a member of the Forces division, you need to allow yourself the same courtesy. Perhaps even more, since... all of this is different. You are someone who's doing something, now. And in the future, when it matters, you will again. But it doesn't mean that you're losing who you are."

[sparklequeen]

Margaery's voice is kind and patient and her touch is gentle. It draws forth a small smile from Glimmer, grateful and understanding. She takes in a breath, holds it, and then slowly exhales as she tries to focus herself.

"No, you're right. It doesn't mean losing myself. It just means finding out new things and incorporating them into myself. Which is hard, but I've done it before. I can do it now, too," she murmurs.

"This place is just taking a lot of getting used to in general, I think. Thedas, I mean."