still like a painting, margot was beginning to feel weak against her OWN composure. ( something that didn’t often occur. ) she was being gifted an opportunity to be honest. to throw away her defenses of sarcastic remarks, and shushed truths. she’d not pull any childish antic as normal role played out when vulnerability was present. something rattled in the pit of her stomach, and it was bringing her the NEED to hide. foolish. - a word she hadn’t wanted to be described as. “ darling, ” jesus, was her forehead beginning to SWEAT ??? “ your heart is so overgrown with kindness. to which most people can’t even pretend to have.” chin straightened. she supposed in this moment that being openly honest of her view wasn’t so horrid. still, it felt DELICATE. “ not to mention,” there was a small grin, coiled in mischief. “ your beauty is so annoyingly effortless.” there was the slight jab of humor. “ now can i get a tea, and danish before i perish ?? ”