I-I-I'VE GOT A MIGRAINE // p; margaery

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    sarcy was, of course, chilling at the bar. after he had left the scene of the deputy's death, he had headed straight here, not wanting to deal with it at the moment. yes, he had just had a hangover but that was gone once he had seen the body. he had had several good moments with suite, sure he didn't know her all that well but he could at least say they had reached the kind of friends level. at least he thought they had. and so when she had died, he had been hit with a f-ck ton of out of worldly feelings. he had experienced death- oh, he had experienced it, but it never got easier. and as always, the bar was here for him, to be his way out of dealing with things. it didn't even have to be the bar, though- just alcohol in general. so here he was, finding a way out. "shots, please. on my tab."


    // omfg they should toast to suiteheart, like they do in those old sad movies
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px][color=#eecccc]"Shots?" Echoed Margaery in a quiet voice, her empty eyes landing upon Sarcophagus, [color=#eecccc]"I've never been one to indulge on party alcohols, but I suppose I'll join you. Maybe drinking will make me feel something." She laughed coldly just after that, situating herself so that she was besides him. Suiteheart's death had obviously rocked her and now she wanted alcohol more than anything else. Surprising, given what had happened the last time she decided to get drunk.


    (yes o m g. that will hurt me)


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    he turned his head at the sound of margaery's voice, following her with his yellow gaze. as he listened to what she said, he was a bit surprised. she wasn't feeling anything? what did that mean? he then remembered to when he had shown up at the scene of suiteheart's death and how emotionless her wife looked. that had stuck then? after a moments pause, and the shots he had ordered arriving, he slid a few over in front of her. "have at it." he took one in his own grip, taking it down easily. tasted like vodka, though more diluted. he didn't mind, especially if it was margaery he was drinking with. he was sure she would get drunk rather fast. "how are you dealing with it all?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]She forced a smile in his direction before downing the shot, fighting the urge to wince as the alcohol burned her throat. Diluted or not, a few of these and Margaery Folie-Tyrell-Mikaelson would be absolutely gone. Good, the deputy mused to herself, indignant, All I want to be is someone else. She lifted another to her lips, this time grateful that it didn't hurt nearly as much going down. A little part of her enjoyed the pain though... it didn't make her emotional but it made her feel something and wasn't that what she wanted? To feel something? [color=#eecccc]"I'm not. I understand what happened, I know that she is gone and he," the way she said that was venomous, [color=#eecccc]"Has taken her place. I can't feel anything though... All my love, all my hate, all my despair, it's simply dried up in my chest. I can't say I'm complaining though, it's far better than being rendered a complete and utter mess."


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    sarcy drank often and when he drank, he drank rather heavy. it would take quite a bit until he got drunk, but he would keep a pace that he would make it so he wasn't sober for very long. he took down another shot, listening to margaery's bitter words, especially at the 'he' part. sarcy wasn't stupid, he realized who she was talking about a few seconds after she said it, only nodding along. maybe that guy actually was the real suiteheart, just different, but whatever the case was, only margaery knew for sure. only she could tell and he was thinking it was the bond they had. "sounds like you're having a sh-t time, though i can't really relate right now. but, i can drink with you until you can't walk straight, if you're up for that." he tipped back another one, glancing at her as he felt a slight burn in his throat for once. it was a bit surprising as nowadays he didn't feel the sting. well, things were happening nowadays.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px][color=#eecccc]"Most definitely," Margaery responded with a hollow grin, downing her third shot of the evening. The vodka made her throat and stomach burn but the sensation served as a reminder that she was still indeed alive and kicking. [color=#eecccc]"It's just that, I know I should be grieving. I know that I should be perpetually teary eyed and sad but I can't find it within myself to do that. I could pretend, it wouldn't be hard, but then I'd be lying more than I already do and that's just a mess in itself. I don't know who to talk to either. I mean, I feel as if I told anyone else except for you that I don't feel a thing, I would be judged and written off as heartless. You don't think I'm heartless, do you?" She inquired, her cold tone laced with something that could perhaps resemble forced intrigue. She certainly didn't care about what he or anyone thought about her, she was just curious. It wasn't like their opinions would change anything though- when their bond shattered, so did her ability to feel.


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    sarcy tipped back another once more, listening as he did so. it didn't really burn this time- the alcohol he had had before was starting to take the bite off of his drinks. he nodded along, for once listening to someone speak and a bleary thought came to mind when she asked the question. he had spent months on end just like she had, emotionless and dull eyed, yet he had wandered like a lost cause. he had recovered, with the help of other people, but the memories and scars still remained. "no. not really. i went through the same sort of thing.." relating to someone could ease their mind, yet he could oddly tell she didn't really need an ease of the mind. right now she needed her suiteheart and that wasn't going to happen, so the substitute would be alcohol. you feel like sh-t for the longest amount of time, but yet you feel like you have no nerves or emotions- maybe with the exception of anger because that's the only emotion strong enough to haze you.. and then, you eventually learn to deal with it. he wanted to tell her that, but he didn't. she had a suiteheart here, in a different body, that was more hope than he could say for himself and though he wasn't sure if she had any hope left for her wife, sarcy himself did. he had hope for them at least. he took down another shot, setting down the glass before asking for another round. "are you not crying because you're scared to?" scared that you won't stop.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px][color=#eecccc]"Really?" The deputy inquired, a brow arching almost skeptically at his words. Sarcophagus had always struck her as the sort of guy that couldn't be fazed by anything... To discover that he had been like her once made her feel just a tad bit better. [color=#eecccc]"You can talk to me about it, you know that right? I may not have my emotions but I still have my intelligence and I know that normal me would want to be there to help you," she offered softly, reaching forward for another shot only to discover that she had downed all of hers. Oh well, it wasn't like they had any shortage, all she had to do was be patient until they were given more. She stiffened at his inquiry though, a thoughtful frown twisting her chocolate lips as she carefully regarded it. [color=#eecccc]"I'm not afraid of anything," Margaery finally lied, shoulders rising and falling in a casual shrug, [color=#eecccc]"Not like this anyways. Before, I used to be scared of being abandoned, that's my mother's fault, but now, nothing manages to frighten me. I believe that I'm just the result of some shitty power malfunction that fried my capacity to feel for a little bit." And that, to her, was the truth of the situation.


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    "nah it's too.." gory.. "..much of a debbie downer to talk about." he shrugged, not totally lying- it was a debbie downer for sure. plus, he had to keep his 'cool' image that he had worked hard to build up these past weeks he had joined. he listened to what she said, nodding as he reached for a single shot glass of the many that had just arrived. his past was a while ago anyway, and right now she probably didn't need to hear about the sh-t he had went through. "a power malfunction?" he raised his nonexistent brows, a bit surprised to hear such a thing. he himself had only ever had power malfunctions that had to do with his electricity backfiring. but never emotional power malfunction. however, he didn't doubt it existed and believed her as she spoke- it was certainly a possibility. "wanna see who can down more in ten seconds?" he was, of course, referring to the shots, and it was something to take both their minds off all the sh-t that they were going to have to deal with when they left this place.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Margaery supposed that she could respect that. Who was she to press him if he didn't want to talk about it anyways? [color=#eecccc]"Yeah, let's down the shots," she agreed quietly, a small sigh drifting from her parted jaws. This was probably a terrible idea on her part but she was past the point in caring; that side of her had died a long time ago. All that was left to do now was drown her sorrows in the very substance that she once loathed so. Ha, it was sort of funny- she used to detest the very idea of blood and now she lived off of it. Irony behaved in mysterious ways, that was certain. [color=#eecccc]"Tell me when, I'm ready."


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