Marguerite Blakeney is clearly beyond scruples (blazeinhereyes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-28 07:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, marguerite blakeney, percy blakeney |
Who: Marguerite and Percy, with Freya
What: Marguerite’s dreams come to an end
When: Early this morning
Where: Their flat
Warnings: References to death in childbirth, temporary death situations, and feels
Status: Log | Complete
With the Dauphin saved, Marguerite had thought that would be the end of the dreams, complete with Percy welcoming her home after her supposed return to France because they’d had their problems, all the while they had been working together to save the boy. But in the end, that hadn’t been the case. There had been other missions and then she’d become pregnant.
Percy had been away on one such mission when she went into labor, but while she had wished her husband there, there were rules and propriety and he was doing important work and besides, she’d be able to introduce him to their daughter (she knew in her heart that it was a daughter) when he came back. Besides, he was due back that day.
But that never happened. The birth had been a hard one and while she had done her best to fight, to hold on, in the end she had been unable to. She had heard her daughter cry, knew her to be healthy and then she’d grown cold. So very cold and tired. She was vaguely aware of the panic of the midwife, the servants but they were so far away. Their voices were all...echoey. And then there was nothing.
Waking up, Marguerite groaned in pain. She felt hot and cold all at once. Mostly she was just thirsty even while nauseous. Getting up, the actress stumbled to get to the bathroom to get water but ended up falling halfway there, struggling to catch her breath.
Percy was still waiting for another set of dreams to begin for him. He occasionally had repeats of the first set he’d dreamt, but nothing new. Nothing that seemed to be any of the other sets that Marguerite dreamt of and spoke of. It was a bit disappointing, really, but he was trying to be good and not go looking for any books, TV shows or movies based on their lives. He was still finding it rather amusing that there was a musical about their lives.
Marguerite’s groan in pain had partially woken him, mostly because it wasn’t a sound he was accustomed to hearing. However, it wasn’t until he heard the thud of someone falling to the floor that he snapped fully awake. He sat up and saw Marguerite on the floor.
“Marguerite!” He exclaimed, then all but leapt out of bed and rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?” He knelt beside her, uncertain if touching her would be a good idea or not as he didn’t know what was wrong.
“I don’t know…” And she didn’t. Not really. She just knew that she felt like death warmed over. Which okay probably accurate. She knew what had happened in the Dreams, she just didn’t want to talk about it. Besides she was a bit more distracted by the pain and nausea and how she was hot and cold.
“I need water...help me up…”
That was her main goal right now. That and not to get violently ill. There was no time for that. But she was hoping water would help.
Whatever was happening, it was alarming, but Percy was really going to try and not freak out about it. That wouldn’t do either of them any good. So of course he was also trying to run through the possibilities in his head of what to do. Did he need to take Marguerite to a doctor?
Or if this was a dream thing, did he need to call Freya instead?
“Okay,” he said. He shifted so that Marguerite could put her arm around his shoulders and he put an arm around her back, ready to help her up to her feet when she was ready.
No, Percy freaking out wouldn’t help matters right now. Marguerite still had no idea what was going on. She knew what happened in the Dreams but she was still alive and she wasn’t pregnant so was she just really sick for some reason and it lined up or what?
Thankful for the help, the actress finally got up on her feet and swayed.
“Oh god I’m going to be--”
So much for not getting sick. And blood. She vomited blood. That was definitely not a good thing.
Well, the vomiting blood nearly made Percy freak out. Okay, he might’ve freaked a little bit, but who expected someone to vomit blood when they had been perfectly healthy and fine just a matter of hours earlier? But he took a slow breath and kept his cool before he decided to move Marguerite to the bathroom so if she needed to vomit anymore, it could be done in the toilet.
“Okay. Doctor or is this a dream thing that I should call Freya for?” Percy asked. Because right now? He would guess it was dream thing but better to ask than simply assume. And if it was a dream thing, Freya might be the better option.
And he didn’t exactly care about the blood on the floor, right now he needed to tend to Marguerite. He’d clean the blood up later once he was certain his fiancée wasn’t going to die on him right here and now.
All she wanted to do was sleep, she was tired, but Marguerite knew that wasn’t something she should currently be doing. She didn’t know quite what was wrong with her. It wasn’t her death from the Dreams as she wasn’t pregnant. But the timing was all too perfect for it to be just a coincidence.
“Dream thing. I think.”
As much as she was trying to carry most of her own weight, she was also failing at that, relying on Percy to keep her mostly upright.
Percy didn’t mind keeping Marguerite upright. He moved slow enough that she could move herself as much as possible, but he kept a strong hold of her just in case. He didn’t want her falling over. Instead, he managed to get her into the bathroom and helped her sit down near the toilet. He then reached over and lifted the lid and seat just in case Marguerite needed to make use of it.
“Alright, Freya it is. She can heal.” God knows she’d healed Percy a couple times already. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He said before he dashed back to the bedroom to find his phone. He came back into the bathroom so that he was by Marguerite in case she needed something as he called Freya and hoped that he wasn’t disturbing her.
Once they were to the bathroom, Marguerite was more than content to just rest against the wall. So far she wasn’t feeling like she was going to throw up again, so that was something. She mostly felt exhausted and was forcing herself to stay conscious since she had no idea just what was wrong and she wasn’t looking to die here as well.
As for Freya? She was a light sleeper as it was and the fact that Percy was calling her at this time? She immediately woke up and answered.
“Percy? What’s wrong?”
Because clearly something was wrong, he wouldn’t be calling her right now if there weren’t.
Once the phone was ringing, Percy knelt beside Marguerite, putting his free hand on her shoulder. Whatever was going on, he felt that he should keep her from losing consciousness as much as he could. He was relieved when Freya answered quickly.
“It’s Marguerite. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on, but she said it’s probably a dream thing. She threw up some blood a minute ago. Would you mind lending your help?” Because with it being a dream thing, normal doctors were out of the question. And even if there were doctors that were dreamers, it would be a faster resolution if healing was done.
Besides, he knew Marguerite would probably go stir crazy if she had to suffer through a hospital stay, as well as potential surgery or whatever may need to be done to help her recover from what was currently ailing her.
That was…. Not a good sign. And while Freya had already been mostly awake because of her phone going off, she was now more awake with what Percy just said. “Okay, let me grab some things and I’ll be right over.” Already she was up and putting together her ‘magic go bag’ for such situations.
As for Marguerite? While she was trying to stay awake, it was hard and with Percy next to her, she just leaned against her fiance, closing her eyes. She just needed some rest, that was all.
“Thank you,” he responded before hanging up and turning his full attention back to Marguerite. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. But he was keeping his cool about it all on the outside. On the inside, he was freaking out. So once his phone was set aside, he looked back at his fiancée and frowned.
“Freya will be here soon,” he confirmed, wrapping an arm around Marguerite. “Try to stay with me, okay?” He needed to keep her talking and keep her conscious, right? At least until Freya could get here and make things right again.
There wasn’t much that needed to be said, so Freya didn’t pay attention to Percy hanging up the phone. After all, he had a fiancee to tend to. And Freya had what she needed and now it was time for the transportation spell because she had a feeling that there wasn’t going to be time for her to drive or get a car.
Marguerite just shivered, pressing against Percy weakly.
“I’ll try, just so tired…” her voice was weak, but she tried to stay conscious, her hand over his heart. “I love…” or she could stop breathing.
All that needed to be said would be when Freya got there. Not that Percy really knew what was happening to Marguerite beyond what he could see. But he was more than certain he didn’t know the cause of what was causing her to be sick like this. He had guesses, but it could be any number of things, honestly.
“I know, but it’ll be okay. Freya’s coming,” Percy assured her. But then when she stopped breathing, he frowned, fear gripping him. “Marguerite?” He asked, pressing his finger against the pulse point on her neck. “Marguerite! No, don’t do this now. Hang on a little longer, please. Freya’s on her way!” Percy begged as tears stung his eyes. He then did the only thing he could think of to do: CPR. He damn well wasn’t going to let her go like this without trying to save her. He laid her on the floor and attempted CPR, though he became more desperate as the moments passed.
This wasn’t how it was supposed end. Marguerite wasn’t supposed to die like this! Not like this.
Nothing Percy did seemed to do any good. Death had come for Marguerite.
And that was what Freya came in on. Heading to the bedroom as she’d been in the living room, the witch stopped in her tracks when she saw Percy. It was unsettling to see him like that, in tears and desperate. She was used to upperclass of England from school, the hiding emotions behind jokes. For Percy to be so raw….
“Shit….”
She also knew it couldn’t have been more than five minutes since they hung up, and Marguerite had been alive then. Dropping her bag, Freya rushed over to the two and grabbed Marguerite’s hand.
“Phasmatos sanguine infudare corra. Phasmatos sanguine infudare corra. Phasmatos sanguine infudare corra.”
The spell required a lot of magic but she felt the shift as Marguerite started coughing and she sagged on her heels.
As for Marguerite? She was very confused.
“Percy, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” She was still in a haze of confusion and darkness. Somewhere she knew she had died, that it had just been cold but her mind hadn’t caught up that yet.
While Percy could be less typically British and more free with his emotions when around friends, he never let these kinds of emotions show to, well, anyone. Even when his parents had died, he’d kept his sorrows confined to when he was alone at night. But when it was Marguerite? He couldn’t exactly control his emotions in this respect.
He’d barely noticed when Freya arrived, looking up when she took her hand and started chanting. Percy wasn’t sure if she needed space or not, but he didn’t dare interrupt the spell. And then Marguerite was coughing, and even though he well knew that Freya was witch, seeing someone brought back to life with magic was more than a little jolting.
He could only imagine how jolting it was for Marguerite to be brought back to life. As she came to, he sniffed and tried to hastily brush tears away from his cheeks.
“Hey, just take it easy, take it slow,” he said, trying to stop himself from crying and he pressed a hand to Marguerite’s cheek.
There had never been a moment when Freya would have thought to move Percy from Marguerite. Well okay, maybe if she’d needed to set up candles or something. But luckily that particular spell simply required her to have physical contact with the recently deceased so Percy was able to remain where he was while she brought his fiancee back to life.
Marguerite nodded tiredly. Whatever had just happened had taken a lot out of her and the pieces were slowly coming together. Or at least, she knew that she’d woken up sick. Still didn’t know what had been wrong with her but she didn’t feel the pain or nausea or hot and cold all at once so whatever Freya had done had helped.
“Why am I on the ground?” Since the last thing she remembered was sitting and leaning against Percy.
It worked out that Freya hadn’t needed Percy to move. He would have if she’d needed the room, but he would’ve done it reluctantly. As it was, he was just more than grateful to have Marguerite back. He definitely owed Freya for this.
“You...you stopped breathing, so I tried to give you CPR until Freya got here.” It wasn’t nearly as blunt as ‘you died,’ but the deeper meaning was there. Percy wasn’t sure how Marguerite would take that news. He glanced at Freya, mostly to ensure she was doing alright. This was definitely not the start to the day that he wanted, but he was grateful for Freya coming. Otherwise it would’ve been so much worse.
Even in the fog of her mind, Marguerite understood what Percy wasn’t saying. What he meant by trying to give her CPR because she had stopped breathing. She had died. Just like in the dreams. Obviously not in childbirth but she had died all the same. She had left Percy behind….however briefly it had been.
“Oh.”
Her voice seemed void of emotion, which was quite unusual for the actress as she was always so full of passion and emotion - whatever emotion it might be. But how was she supposed to respond?
As for Freya? She just gave a slight nod to Percy as he looked to her briefly before turning his attention back to Marguerite. There wasn’t much for her to say so instead she just hung back in case she was needed for anything else.
Percy wasn’t surprised that Marguerite had an emotionless response. On the one hand, yes it was surprising given she was always full of passion and emotion. But on the other, she had just died. How was someone supposed to react to that? So he didn’t nitpick. Instead, he was glad that she was alive again.
“Freya brought you back. It’ll be alright now,” he said gently. There was still the waver of emotion in his voice. He couldn’t quite keep it out completely. The whole thing was still too raw for him to be able to be more contained with his emotions. He pressed a hand to Marguerite’s cheek. He didn’t know what the immediate future would hold in regards to needing to deal with what had just happened, but right now he was relieved.
Was it strange to feel guilty over dying? It’s not as if she really had a say in the matter. Still, seeing how obviously distressed Percy was… Marguerite felt guilty. As such she just reached up and took his hand and squeezed it to reassure him that yes, she was alive now. She also forced herself to sit up and looked to where Freya was.
“Thank you.”
“Yeah. Of course.” As if Freya would have let Marguerite stay dead? Please. If the spell she had done hadn’t worked, she would have found a different resurrection spell. It was just that particular one was the most expedient because all it required was contact with the deceased, six minutes not having passed and the spell instead of having to prep work with candles and the like. And while Freya was curious about what had happened, now clearly wasn’t the time.
“Do you two want me to stay?” Just in case was the unspoken part of the question, but she figured they might also want to be alone so...giving them that choice.
Of course it wasn’t Percy’s intent to make Marguerite feel guilty over dying, it was just his gut reaction to the sudden turn of events that morning. Was it actually morning? Or had the sun not yet come up? He didn’t even know what time it was, he was too focused on Marguerite.
When Marguerite sat up, Percy set a hand on her shoulder, to keep contact with her as he tried to get a grip on himself again. He hoped that Marguerite didn’t have to be anywhere today, or at least not for a while. Even with the spell, Marguerite probably needed some time to adjust and recover from the events that had just transpired.
“What do you think, darling?” He asked Marguerite in response to Freya’s question. After all, while Percy would rather be on the side of caution, he did think it was more up to Marguerite and how she was feeling. He would trust her judgment, even if he’d prefer that Freya stayed because he could definitely be a worrywart.
Unfortunately for Percy, they were in dress rehearsals so she was going to need to get to rehearsal but that wasn’t until the late afternoon. Even in the haze of what had happened, the realization and trying to come into some sense of it…. Well, Marguerite was going to have to go to rehearsal. And it would probably help her. Throwing herself into her acting was always something she had done. It was just part of her.
She didn’t mind the constant contact though. Part of her worried that something would happen as well. Freya had done a spell, she was back from the dead. It was illogical to worry but who said logic had anything to do with it right now?
“I wouldn’t mind being certain, just in case…. If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not at all. I’ll go make us all tea.” Smiling reassuringly to the two, Freya left the room, briefly doing a spell to clean up the mess so there was one thing less for them to worry about before heading to the kitchen to make said tea.
Once alone, Marguerite let out a slow breath.
“....Well. That happened then.”
“Thank you, Freya,” he said with a little nod. At this point, it was probably best to be safe and err on the side of caution. Percy didn’t want to have to end up calling Freya and need her to come back later. Better to be certain that Marguerite was alright and wouldn’t have a relapse or something in the very near future.
Though he did hope that the spell had done the trick and all that Marguerite would need for a physical recovery was a little rest and getting over the shock of the trauma. The mental part of it, however, was not going to be something so easily gotten over. But Percy would be there for Marguerite and help her all he could.
“Yeah. That was not a wake up call that anyone needed, but I am glad that Freya was here.” Freya had prevented a greater tragedy from happening. He moved to sit beside Marguerite, slipping his arm around her shoulders. It had been upsetting, to make an understatement, to see Marguerite die like that and he’d been powerless to do anything except to call Freya. Life was fragile, but he didn’t like that morning’s reminder of it.
"So am I..." Which was an understatement. Of course she was thankful for Freya being there so that she could be alive. Her head was swimming at the moment though. So for now, she was content to just rest against her fiance. She would work through things later. Right now she just...needed the calm in all of her chaos that Percy provided.