n. the sadness that you'll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all—that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we're coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted, as if each mirror was preoccupied with twisting around, desperately trying to look itself in the eye.
Subtlety
There is a balance between defiance and submission. Between lying through her teeth and spitting out words barbed with poison. She learned the art of subtlety under the strict watch of her brother's eyes; learned how to show her displeasure without stepping out of line, how to deflect his words, so often dripping with venom, by playing along. There is of course also a balance between playing the good younger sister, upholding the Verger family name and showing how she really feels, letting the dark dripping red anger of bitterness and abuse overtake her. Of course none of this really matters now, now that Mason is hardly mobile, now that he can effectively no longer be the face of the company.
In some ways, she has Hannibal to thank. He found the perfect solution, a way to insure that she gains control of her life without shutting her out of the Verger fortune. In other ways she knows that the scar from the surgery and removal of her would child are as much Hannibal's doing as it is her brother's.
She doesn't hurt him, not like he hurt her. She's not even sure if he is truly capable of experiencing the same pain that he has inflicted upon her. That doesn't stop her from letting the threat hang between the two of them. That doesn't stop her from occasionally giving him less pain medication than needed and watching him twitch in pain.
For a long part of her life, the stables have been her safe place. Her brother, for all his controlling ways can't get her while she's on a horse and surprisingly, he's never really tried to.
She goes to the stables, to clear her head. Taking out one of her favorite horses she rides, air rushing past her cheeks, losing herself to the rhythm of the horse's gait.
She's just finished brushing down her horse after returning when Dr. Alana Bloom approaches her. She knows who she is of course. The amount of time from Hannibal's rather bloody departure and the hospitalization of Will Graham and the others to now has given her plenty of time to hear about Dr. Bloom; however, it hasn't quite prepared her for how beautiful she is.
So she does what she has always done. Let's the cool exterior of the mask she's built for herself settle over her face to mask her emotions and when Dr. Bloom rather earnestly and tentatively says with a smile, "I'm not sure if this is my entrance" Margot responds with, "This can be your entrance." And let's the invitation rest between them.
It's subtle but from the look in Dr. Bloom's eyes Margot can tell that she has picked up on the her meaning. Margot lets the moment last a little bit longer, as she fiddles with her helmet and notes the ways Dr. Bloom's eyes watch her form before her attention is redirected to bringing Alana Bloom to Mason. As they approach his chambers a subtle shift occurs. Before taking her leave from them after warning Dr. Bloom about her brother she looks her in the eyes.
The warmth in her eyes is gone, replaced with cold.
It's the same look that Margot used to see in the mirror. The one that she was wearing before her first attempt to kill her brother.
Smiling to herself, she leaves. If Alana Bloom is sincere about working with her brother to find Hannibal then Margot has the distinct feeling that she'll be seeing her again soon.