InsaneJournal

Who: Margo Hanson & Roman Godfrey
When: Monday, August 31st. Very early in the morning
Where: Their House
What: The dreams decide to fuck with Margo again.
Rating/Warnings: Mentions of a missing eye
Status: Unfinished G-Doc. To be finished in comments.

Looking for Fen with Josh. Speaking to the Fairy Queen. Luring Ember to Whitespire. Ember killing Umber and Quentin killing Ember. Magic being shut off. The Fairies arriving in Fillory. So much happened in Margo’s dream that upon waking up she momentarily forgot the most important detail, but as her head began to clear and more details came back to her she suddenly remembered how she had gotten out of the Fairy Realm. What she had had to give up to get back to Fillory.

Gasping, Margo’s hand flew up to her face as she practically jumped out of bed and ran to the ensuite bathroom, slamming the door behind her before staring at her reflection in the mirror, hand still covering her right eye. “No...no…..fuck no…” Slowly she lowered her hand and stared at the blank space where her right eye should have been. If she were anyone else she might have screamed in horror, but Margo wasn’t that type of girl and instead she simply grew even more pissed off at her dreams.

***

Because he didn’t need to sleep, Roman often did not, in order to stop the dreams. They were over and seeing his daughter or dying again and again or, really, any other of his greatest hits, were worth avoiding.

Margo needed to sleep, though. Sometimes, Roman got too comfortable and would slip out from under her arms to go downstairs to drink and get some work done. He was finishing off an e-mail when he heard Margo swearing from the bedroom. Almost immediately, he was off his space on the couch and in the bedroom. He didn’t know what to expect, but seeing her made him pause, but only briefly before he was at her side, cupping the sides of her face to turn it toward him.

There was no fear in his expression or disgust, just worry. “What the fuck happened?” he asked. She’d obviously dreamed, but of what?

***

Margo wasn’t the least bit surprised that Roman had heard her from downstairs, all things considered, so she didn’t seem surprised when he rushed into the bedroom then the bathroom and she didn’t flinch or try to shy away when he took her face in his hands. Instead she let him turn her face towards him, her thick hair falling away from her face so that he could see the blank space where her right eye should have been, “I’m a fucking cyclops.” The Cacodemon had been one thing; sure it had hurt like hell when she’d woken up to the searing pain in her back from the tattoo that housed it, but this was completely different. The tattoo she could at least live with, but this was something else entirely. “Fucking fairy bitch.”

***

“Margo.”

She was upset and probably hurt, but Roman just looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Shelley could be credited for his instant acceptance of it. Roman didn’t know what to say about it. He wanted to let her do what she needed to, but he was there.

He brought his lips to her forehead, then to her cheek, his hands still holding her.

“What happened?” he asked again.

A fairy bitch. That’s all he’d gotten.

***

Margo was more pissed off than anything else. She had no idea how she was supposed to cover this up. It wasn’t like she could simply get a glass eye or something like that, because the entire socket was gone and even if she wore an eye patch, like she had near the end of her dream, she was still going to have to figure out a way to explain this to people, “Remember when I said I made a deal with the fairies to get magic back? The fairy queen wanted Eliot’s baby?” This whole plan had really backfired on her royally, “Well I went into the Fairy realm to try and save Eliot’s wife and in order to get back to Fillory I had to pay a price.” She waved a hand in front of the blank spot where her eye should have been, “Hence the fucking blank canvas right here.”

***

Well what the hell did someone say to that?

It wasn’t really a huge surprise to Roman who came from his own fucked up world and had been ripped apart in it so a missing eye wasn’t exactly the worst thing he’d ever seen. Still, losing an eye…

It wasn’t bleeding or anything so Roman just wasn’t sure what to do. Fairies weren’t exactly the cutesy little forest creatures everyone made them out to be. They were murderers and thieves. She’d been lucky to just lose an eye, but that wasn’t something Margo needed to hear just then.

“Come on,” he said, helping her into a robe. “Come sit down. I’ll have someone bring some things and you can have a few drinks.”

***

Once in her robe, Margo tied the sash and let Roman lead her out of the bathroom, “I think we have enough alcohol downstairs that no one needs to bring us anything.” Besides, it was the middle of the night and considering she was missing an eye, she really didn’t want anyone else, besides Roman and Eliot seeing her. “I’d be just fine going downstairs and having a glass of wine or two.” As she spoke, she adjusted her hair a little so that it fell over the right side of her face, slightly covering the spot where her eye should have been. “Obviously this means we’re going to have to postpone the wedding.” Not that they had set an actual date yet, but she definitely wasn’t getting married with only one eye.

***

Roman had meant he was going to call an assistant and have them call on of his doctors to have a look at her, but if she didn’t need it, he wasn’t going to subject her to that. She did something very familiar to him by letting her hair fall in front of her eye. Roman frowned and moved it enough to kiss her lips. His chest ached just seeing her mirror what Shelley did her entire life, but it did give him an idea, one he’d bring up later.

“If that’s what you want,” he said as they went downstairs, his hand in hers.

“I’d marry you no matter what, you know,” he added.

***

Considering that she knew that her whole missing eye thing was magical, she didn’t think she needed a doctor, nor would a doctor know what to make of the fact that her eye was completely missing without even leaving an eye socket. Sure, there was the dreamer clinic that was run by dreamers, but she still didn’t think there was anything that they could do to help her. She just needed to wait it out and see what happened in the dreams.

“I know, but I don’t envision myself walking down the aisle with only one eye,” Margo usually didn’t care what other people thought of her and that wasn’t about to change, but she was also shallow and vain at times and this was one of those times. She wanted to look her best on her wedding day; better than any other bride. And in order to do that she needed two eyes.