hadriel | Video 3 - Margaery's Apartment

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Video 3 - Margaery's Apartment

[The video opens not in the Sewing Shop but in Margaery's apartment where she's sitting in the middle of her bed, a pillow clasped in her arms. she's looking down from the camera and she's in a bathrobe and nightgown, both wrinkled. her hair is disheveled and her eyes are heavily rimmed with red, as though she's spent a long time crying. which she has been. a whole day and night and a new day of crying.

she tries to look up at the camera, clear her throat and speak, but the words don't come. fresh tears well in her eyes and she looks down again, biting her lower lip.

a long moment passes with nothing but Margaery fighting back tears and silent. finally, she looks back up at the camera and speaks]

I--I thought people may want to know that Matt Murdock is no longer among us. His. His help was invaluable in the time before the Null invasion and [her voice breaks] he will be missed greatly.

[she brushes a tear off of her cheek, looking down again. she forces herself to look back up and continues]

I need to apologize to those I promised garments to. I. It will be at least another month before they're finished. I'm--I'm sorry.

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I haven't been here long enough to say whether or not you should.

[That's depressing, so....]

If big snuggly dogs cheer you up, I've got that covered. Barkspawn is the best at comforting.

[her voice is shaking]

Neither have I.

[yes, very depressing. a tear slides down her cheek]

A dog? I've never been near dogs before.

...really? Ever?

[What kind of nonsense is this.]

My family had hunting dogs, but I never went hunting.

[she stares into the camera, eyes red-rimmed and trembling slightly]

I'm talking companionship, not hunting.

Barkspawn, you want to go visit a sad lady and give her some canine love?

[Her mabari appears in the corner of the screen, wagging his tail.]

We never had those kinds of dogs. Grandmother didn't like them.

[she sees the large dog in the corner of the camera. she's never seen such a large dog before]

If--if you'd like, I'm in spire one, apartment 501.

Gotcha. I think we can manage to make it there soonish.

[she forces back tears again]

Thank you. I'll see you soon.

[After a while, there's a knock on the door.]

Yo, we're here!

[she wipes her eyes and goes to open the door]

Greetings, Aren. And this must be Barkspawn?

[The mabari barks and enters before his mistress, wagging his tail and looking up at Margaery soulfully. Aren nods with a small smile as she follows him, crossing her arms.]

Yep, he's one half of the mabari duo in Hadriel. The other one belongs to Cecily. Show your manners, Barkspawn.

[Barkspawn sits, then offers his paw. Shake?]

[she has never in her life seen such a big dog. he makes the dogs the Tyrells used for hunting look small and insignificant in comparison. she tries to rub the tears from her eyes and cheeks and she hasn't changed out of the robe and nightgown she was wearing when she made the video]

There are two such dogs here?

[she hesitates a moment; she really hasn't ever seen such a big dog before. but then she takes his paw in her hand]

[When she responds as hoped, Barkspawn wags his tail and looks to Aren hopefully. She tosses him a treat, then looks to Margaery and nods.]

Yeah...and don't worry, he's a war dog but he's only dangerous to protect me. Otherwise, he's a bottomless pit of affection.

[The mabari crunches away happily, though she knows he'll inhale that rather quick and soon seek attention again.]

Do you want us to give you a minute, or is this a robe-and-nightgown sort of day? I'm fine if it is, just wanting to make sure.

[she's trying her best to seem strong, but it's hard when you've got dried tear tracks down your cheeks]

Oh. You're fortunate, to have such a companion.

[she reaches out tentatively to pet his side.

she looks down at what she's wearing with an expression of mild surprise] I'm not sure I feel up to anything else.

[Barkspawn, having inhaled that treat quickly, is eager to soak up affection and rumbles contentedly, leaning into that hand.

Aren nods, understanding.]

Then don't, it's the sort of day where you don't have to do a damn thing you don't want to. I should've worn mine and made this a pajama party.

[she pets him absent-mindedly. it's hard for her to focus on anything besides her pain]

I may not leave the apartment for the next week. It's just, I keep expecting to turn around and he'll be there.

Fair enough. Do you have enough supplies here to hermit it up for a while?

[Barkspawn stretches and then rolls onto his back, hoping to cheer her up with the power of belly rubs.]

I--I don't know. [she looks down, embarrassed] I haven't been able to hold anything down.

[she just stares. she's really not used to dogs]

[Barkspawn makes a questioning noise, and Aren smirks.]

He wants a belly rub. If you're not in the mood, it's okay. I can always spoil him, but he's also a really good listener. Isn't that right, boy?

[As the mabari wags his tail, Aren glances over.]

Anything as in solid stuff, or can you not even handle broth?

I--I could use a good listener.

[she wipes fresh tears from her eyes]

Solid food. I don't think I have any broth?

There might be some in town, maybe? I'll take a look at the stores again, when I'm out. I know it can be made from scratch, but...that's not something I know how to do. If it's not something I can put on a stick and roast over a fire, I'm kinda lost.

[Barkspawn looks up at Margaery with those soulful eyes after rolling back onto his stomach, ready to be a good boy and provide comfort more than expecting pettings.]

I can't cook, either. I always had someone to do it for me, until I came here.

[Margaery regards Barkspawn with mild curiosity before kneeling down and giving his belly a tentative pet]

[Aren flashes a wry smile as Barkspawn wags his tail, happy to help distract their friend.]

My sister cooked, until I left. And then I was on the road for a year, with other people who knew what to do. Now I have my own keep, so it's still not a problem. If I don't stay here long, maybe I'll never learn.

But all these gadgets help, right? We don't have to make anything, not from scratch. Just throw it in the little oven or whatever and let it do its thing.

[she shakes her head, indicating no, and fresh tears well up]

I--I can't figure out the machines. Matt tried to help, but he's blind. I couldn't describe the machines well enough to make sense of them.

Well: I'm here, I'm not blind, and I can't pretend to know it all, but Cecily clued me in on a few things she must've learned from someone else. I can show you.

[Better that she explain rather than blindly encourage and then the building burns down.]

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