hadriel | 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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[and she recognizes Wash. she tries to smile at him, but it's tremulous and her voice is shaking]

So am I.

[she appreciates his kindness. she could use all the kindness she could get right about now]

Yes. Yes, I think so. I'm in the first spire, 501.

I'll be right over.

[ No sense in drawing out a conversation over the network when he's going to drop by. And he's in the first spire, too, the floor just below. So for once... he doesn't bother putting on his armor when he leaves the apartment. Feel special, Margaery. He just grabs one of the chocolate bars he'd been saving and heads upstairs in civvies, knocking politely at her door. ]

Margaery?

[she goes to the door and opens it, still wearing the wrinkled robe and nightgown set. she has visible tear trails on her cheeks, her hair is a mess, and she looks as though she's spent a day, a night, and another day crying]

Hello, Washington. I--apologize for my attire.

[ Hey, she's got the important parts covered up, that's really his only requirement to be comfortable around her. He smiles just a little, gently. Hoping it'll reassure her. ]

Just Wash, please. And you don't have to dress up for me.

[ He slips inside, offering her the chocolate bar. ]

I would've brought you real food, if I could cook... when's the last time you ate something?

[while she's not used to being seen in anything other than a floor length dress. she attempts to smile back, but it looks more like a grimace than anything]

All right. Thank you.

[she shuts the door behind him and accepts the chocolate bar]

I--I haven't been able to hold anything down.

[ Well that's not good. Going hungry just makes you feel shittier. ]

Try a little piece, maybe the sugar will help.

[ ....god, but he's not good at comfort. There's really nothing he can say to make this better, either. It's just grief. ]

Do you have a hairbrush?

[and she already feels awful, inside and out.

she takes a small piece of the chocolate and eats it. it takes a while because she lets it melt in her mouth, then swallows it]

Perhaps. That, and a cask of Arbor Gold. But, no, I don't want to be like Cersei. Drinking my troubles away.

[he's trying. she appreciates that much at least]

...yes? Why do you ask?

No. That'd just make you feel worse. I've seen it.

[ He shrugs, raking a hand through his own hair, which is easily mussed. ]

Yours looks tangled. I'd brush it for you.

People drinking their troubles?

[she blinks back tears, unused to such kindness]

I. That would be most kind of you. Wait here a moment, I'll be right back.

[she disappears back into the used bedroom]

Yeah. It doesn't help anything.

[ Okay. It's no big deal, really, he took care of Kyna's when her ribs were broken. And it feels nice, having someone else fuss with your hair. He'll just wait in the living room for Margaery to come back with the brush. ]

I'd imagine that not much would help right now, short of the so-called gods returning him to me. And they're not that kind.

[she returns with her hairbrush. it's a silver hairbrush that looks like an antique]

[ Wow, that's pretty. Wash takes it, and gestures for her to sit down on the couch. ]

I don't think they've got any control over it, honestly.

[she does so and waits for him to start brushing]

You don't? Then we're here and gone at random?

[ He starts at the bottom, gentle, gripping the lock of hair higher up so the knots don't pull as he works them out. As he works at each section she'll feel his fingers combing through carefully. ]

From what I've read, yeah. I doubt they'd ever let anyone go if they could control it.

[Margaery sighs quietly and tries to force back tears]

I wish they would have left Matt here. Or give me the chance to go with him.

I really am sorry, Margaery. You were going to go home with him?

[ That's... a really big deal. ]

Thank you. And, I was. I love him and I want to be with him.

[she swipes back the tears gathering in her eyes]

Besides, I'm dead in my world and it has moved on without me. There's no going back there.

You're not the only one in that position. Maybe when they figure out how the door works, they can send you to his world after him?

[ Assuming they decide to let people go, that is. And Sorrow had been the one studying the Door, but. This is hypothetical. ]

I would give anything for that to be so. Anything.

[that's a big assumption. though, Marg assumes that the gods will find a way to torment them enough to bring Sorrow back]

[ Wash smooths a section of Margaery's hair over her shoulder, moving to the next. Working through it just as gently and methodically. ]

Don't rule anything out.

[she sits patiently, occasionally reaching up to dab at her eyes]

I can't. I have to hold on to hope that someday, somehow we'll find each other again.

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