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That's the price you pay Leave behind your heartache Rather be the hunter than the [prey] And you're standing on the edge face up 'cause you're a Natural [A beating heart of stone] You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah you're a natural Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah [you're a natural]

[margarettewaters]

dalilarosebennett‌:

Dalila smiled at the woman. “ We do have a mystery book of  that sort over this way.” She lead her toward a display off to the side, Books on the table wrapped in fabric. “The fabric gives you the genre, so these” She picked up a book wrapped in detective style fabric. “Is a mystery where was this one here is a romance.” She said the other book in a fabric covered in hearts.

"Huh." She hummed, picking one up and trailing a finger reverently down the spine. Margot watched the other woman move, her nose wrinkling subconsciously as she pointed out the romance section. "Are they all good? I mean, I get hesitant, not even knowing what it's about."

[margarettewaters]

charlotteogdens‌:

“Him?” Charlotte repeated with a single raised brow. “Please tell me this is some creepy fanart situation of you and some celebrity.”

"No, no I wish - that would be less embarrassing." She sighed, blushing slightly, knowing she would have to come clean sooner rather than later. "Here." Margarette pulled the photo from the chapel out of its envelope, handing it to Charlotte. "Except, I don't know, maybe a more.... dignified backdrop?"

[whatelsecanwedonow]

The Americans - 3x13 “March 8, 1983″

[heathcliffcarsen]

Waking Up In Vegas | Heath & Margarette

[margarettewaters]

heathcliffcarsen‌:

‘Not married’ she had said. Heath’s frown only deepened at her words, not particularly a fan of being told to shut up, and even less so of being lied to. Usually he would do his best to be polite, to hold back any sarcastic comments and be his usual gentle self. But his head was still pounding him, a mix of alcohol and regret, and it was doing nothing for his kindness. With a quick glare that he instantly felt guilty at throwing at the woman who was clearly still trying to sleep. With a sigh at the hell that was going on in his mind, he tried to come to grips with what was going on, needing to understand. “Well, the gold ring on your ring finger doesn’t agree with you there,” he spoke softly, trying to appear calmer than he really was.

Groaning, she rolled over, staring at the ceiling for a second as he continued to talk. Was it really that big of a favor to ask for ten more minutes of sleep? Apparently. Holding the blankets around herself, she sat up, pushing her hair out of her face and trying to rub some of the sleep from her eyes. She wished he had just gone before she woke up, hating that she was so vulnerable in his presence. Almost no one ever saw her like this, first thing in the morning, and it made her a touch uncomfortable. What kind of one night stand, in Vegas no less, wanted to stick around, anyway?

"I haven't got a..." She trailed off as she felt something cool and hard against her cheek - on her finger. She glanced at her hand, a frown forming as she furrowed her brow, taking in the plain golden ring. "I don't - that's not my ring. I would never get married with a ring like this." But it had to be hers, didn't it? If she hadn't put it there, who had? And why? Glancing back over at him, she was silent for a moment, just taking him in. He was more handsome than she remembered, but that didn't matter now. "Doesn't look like you have much room to talk...." She trailed off as her brain supplied absolutely nothing as to what the man's name was.

[margarettewaters]

heathcliffcarsen‌:

“Wait, really? Even on New Year’s Eve?” he questioned, genuinely surprised at the answer. It was clear she was driven and hard working, he may not know her well, but that had been clear from the onset that work was a big part of her life. He could appreciate that, heck, he was something of a workaholic too, but there was a limit, and he wouldn’t let life pass him by completely. But it was different now, he supposed. He wasn’t trying to find the love of his life now, he wasn’t looking for that someone special, he was a husband. Love was no longer something he could look for, but something he could only hope would grow. So he hadn’t gone out alone, he hadn’t spent the night with the crowds of people getting inebriated and yelling a countdown, he had spent the night with her, hoping to get to know her more, hoping that bringing in the new year with her would give some insight to the closed off woman he was now married to. “It’s alright, really, I’ve always enjoyed the concept of New Years more than the actual countdown,” he shrugged, picking up the glass with a small smile to her. “Thanks, I’ll go for whatever you want, or, well, whatever you don’t want I guess.”

“Even on New Years.” She replied shortly, shrugging slightly. It’s not like she’d ever had someone to share it with before - all any holidays ever did were remind her of her family that was back in Africa. She’d rather spend them with her work. “I’m personally not a fan of champagne, but I’ve got more than enough wine. You should have something you enjoy, don’t base your decision off of me.” Margot told him, having been trying for the past few days to be nicer than she normally was. It was exhausting, to be honest, and she reached for the bottle of red, pouring herself a generous glass before settling back against the cushions of her couch, pulling her knees up in front of her before taking a sip and letting out a contented breath. “So, um..” She started, not sure what to even talk about, but knowing she had to at least try to get to know the man sitting next to her. “What do you usually do for New Years?”

[margarettewaters]

charlotteogdens‌:

“What size were you thinking,” Charlotte sighed, knowing better than to try and fight her friend on price.

"An eight by ten?" She ventured, furrowing her brow as she thought. "Can you do it off a picture? It's - it's not just me, but I don't want to inconvenience.... him."

[margarettewaters]

cassandrasingleton‌:

“Very funny,” Cass replied, rolling her eyes as she took the glass. “Now that you have had your joke, do you want to tell me what really happened?”

Taking another sip of her wine, she let loose one chuckle. It wasn't that it was funny, not really. Rather, quite the opposite. But it was just so absurd. "Yeah." Margarette sighed, sobering up. "Except I really did get married." She went on, flashing Cass her left hand.

[mightyhecate]

[hayhaydencarr]

margarettewaters‌:

“Give me something strong and on the rocks.” She sighed, looping her foot through the strap of her purse as she set it down, before sitting. “And don’t ask questions.”

@hayhaydencarr

Hayden nodded as he grabbed a bottle, tossed it to his other hand and poured as he reached for two other bottles. A little ice and a sugar rim had the drink sliding down the bar to her. “Strong but with a sweet side. Let me know if I got that wrong.” He winked. 

[margarettewaters]

Margarette nodded as he passed it to her. Strong, but with a sweet side. She liked that. For a drink, anyway. Taking a sip, she nodded once more, wiping her mouth with a napkin as the sugar left small crystals. "It's not bad, I'll give you that."

[charlotteogdens]

margarettewaters‌:

“Can I commission you to make me a painting of like, me? Or do I have to be in a book? Because, I work with them - and I think that’s close enough.”

@charlotteogdens

“You don’t have to commission anything,” Charlotte rolled her eyes at her friend. “You know I’d much rather paint a portrait of you than sketch potion ingredients.”

[margarettewaters]

"I'm not gonna not pay you. I don't care what you say, so honestly don't make me argue about it." She chastised playfully, rolling her eyes.

[cassandrasingleton-deactivated2]

margarettewaters‌:

Margarette knocked twice on her office door before letting herself in with a small smile - Cass was one of the only people who’s company she thoroughly enjoyed. Careful to use her right hand, she pulled a family size bottle of their favorite wine out of her bag, showing it off a little before setting it on her desk and easing herself into the chair across with a sigh. “Forgive me, Professor, for I have sinned.”

@cassandrasingleton

“I am not your priest, Margarette,” Cass laughed, summoning a pair of glasses as she took in the sight of her friend with a wary smile. “Am I going to need the wine in order to hear your sins, or is this simply an excuse to drink?”

[margarettewaters]

"Not an excuse." She answered with a grimace, pulling the glasses toward her and pouring two generous servings with a sigh. Margot pushed one back in Cass' direction, taking a long drink before continuing on, speaking more to her wine than her friend - it was easier to say if she didn't have to look at her. "Okay, so, I'm married."

[heathcliffcarsen]

margarettewaters‌:

Margarette curled up with her bowl of popcorn on the other end of the couch from Heath - her husband. She found herself just staring at him for a moment, something she did more than she probably should, but it was all just so weird. They lived together now. Mostly. Tonight, they happened to be in her condo, but it was still strange. She frowned, not sure what to do. “Did you - did you want to, watch the ball or something? I think I’ve got some champagne….”

@heathcliffcarsen

He smiled softly at her words, unable to deny his amusement at her trying to make him feel comfortable. It was all so odd still, trying to get to know one another yet dealing with the golden rings that bound them at the same time. He couldn’t say he was comfortable, not really, heck, he was running out of smart casual clothing to wear to try and appear cooler than he really was, but he was trying, they both were. “Sure,” he nodded with an encouraging smile. “I mean, whatever you like. What do you normally do for New Years?”

[margarettewaters]

"Work." The word came on the tail end of a scoffed laugh. It seemed all she ever did was work - her job was her life, her golden ticket. Uncurling her legs from beneath her, she leaned forward, placing her bowl on the coffee table and grabbing the remote. She flipped through the channels until she recognized Times Square. It wasn't far from her place, but she had never had any desire to see the festivities in person. Standing with a light stretch, she padded her way into the kitchen. "We uh, can't see the magical festivities, but I can get the Witching Hour if it's that important to you." She called, head in the fridge as she searched for the bottle of champagne. Margarette also grabbed the bottle of red wine she'd opened the night before for good measure. She never really liked champagne, but one glass at midnight was customary. Holding both bottles in one hand and two glasses in the other she made her way back, dropping one off in front of Heath. "I don't know if you like red, but you're welcome to help yourself."

[margarettewaters]

Margarette curled up with her bowl of popcorn on the other end of the couch from Heath - her husband. She found herself just staring at him for a moment, something she did more than she probably should, but it was all just so weird. They lived together now. Mostly. Tonight, they happened to be in her condo, but it was still strange. She frowned, not sure what to do. “Did you - did you want to, watch the ball or something? I think I’ve got some champagne....”

@heathcliffcarsen

[margarettewaters]

“Give me something strong and on the rocks.” She sighed, looping her foot through the strap of her purse as she set it down, before sitting. “And don’t ask questions.”

@hayhaydencarr

[margarettewaters]

“Don’t you look all domestic.” She drawled, smirking. “Last time I saw you, you were chasing tail in Africa. Literally.”

@oscarcanlancaster

[margarettewaters]

“Do you ever do that thing where you wrap all the books in brown paper and just write on it? I’ve always wanted to see that.” Margarette sighed, trailing her fingers across the spines as she meandered.

@dalilarosebennett

[margarettewaters]

“Can I commission you to make me a painting of like, me? Or do I have to be in a book? Because, I work with them - and I think that’s close enough.”

@charlotteogdens