that's funny because i have both of those things. [ margo's not bothered by the attempt at slut-shaming. ] and the last time i checked, my father decides what he will give me, not you.
[ margo cannot understand yennefer's jealousy of margo's connection with her father. all margo's done is be his daughter. she does as he's taught her without conditions or strings or a desire for more from him. she knows her place.
yennefer and john are the same, in margo's eyes. they always want more from stephen. ]
If you think there's no line that you cannot cross without my respect for your father protecting you from the rage that you seem so eager to earn, then you are mistaken.
Push me. Go ahead. He will mourn you and hate me for a hundred years, at most. Then we will continue as we always have, and I will be free of you. Only give me a reason.
You don't threaten me. Your behavior threatens him, and there is nothing in this world that means more to me than he does. You're just an unfortunate relic of a memory he has already lost.
[ which perhaps elucidates more than she means for it to — margo is not an active threat, no, but she is a reminder of the fact that in the not insignificant way that yennefer does have his heart, she has never had it entirely.
yennefer has always felt that she cared more deeply for stephen than he has for her, but it's not about the truth. it's about her hunger, and how fathomless the wounds that created it are. ]
That's strange because you're lashing out like a feral cat who's cornered with its back against a wall.
[ margo knows she's more than a relic to her father but the swipe still smarts a little. she wasn't born from love or passion, she was born to carry on a legacy of two great houses, to carry on stephen's name and power. an extension. and in some ways a commodity, at first.
she never understood yennefer's disike for her, not that margo ever made it easy for them to get along. when she was much younger and she understood that yennefer did not like her, margo did nothing to try to mend that fence, she simply kept poking at her, needling her.
because margo didn't need yennefer to love or even like her. she already knew that she has her father's affection for as long as she's alive. ]
in another life, yennefer could have done better. she could have tried to be a mother to margo after she only had stephen left, fill that void, make them a real family. but her own self-loathing wouldn't allow it. she needed everything. everything. and now it's too late. ]
I hope you and your father reached an understanding about how to handle this affair of yours.
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[ margo cannot understand yennefer's jealousy of margo's connection with her father. all margo's done is be his daughter. she does as he's taught her without conditions or strings or a desire for more from him. she knows her place.
yennefer and john are the same, in margo's eyes. they always want more from stephen. ]
green's not a good color on you, yennefer.
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Push me. Go ahead. He will mourn you and hate me for a hundred years, at most. Then we will continue as we always have, and I will be free of you. Only give me a reason.
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It's pathetic that you're threatened by the daughter of the man you proclaim to care for. We don't even fill the same spaces in his heart.
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You don't threaten me. Your behavior threatens him, and there is nothing in this world that means more to me than he does. You're just an unfortunate relic of a memory he has already lost.
[ which perhaps elucidates more than she means for it to — margo is not an active threat, no, but she is a reminder of the fact that in the not insignificant way that yennefer does have his heart, she has never had it entirely.
yennefer has always felt that she cared more deeply for stephen than he has for her, but it's not about the truth. it's about her hunger, and how fathomless the wounds that created it are. ]
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[ margo knows she's more than a relic to her father but the swipe still smarts a little. she wasn't born from love or passion, she was born to carry on a legacy of two great houses, to carry on stephen's name and power. an extension. and in some ways a commodity, at first.
she never understood yennefer's disike for her, not that margo ever made it easy for them to get along. when she was much younger and she understood that yennefer did not like her, margo did nothing to try to mend that fence, she simply kept poking at her, needling her.
because margo didn't need yennefer to love or even like her. she already knew that she has her father's affection for as long as she's alive. ]
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in another life, yennefer could have done better. she could have tried to be a mother to margo after she only had stephen left, fill that void, make them a real family. but her own self-loathing wouldn't allow it. she needed everything. everything. and now it's too late. ]
I hope you and your father reached an understanding about how to handle this affair of yours.
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