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Narcissa knew she should walk away. Her brain was telling her to walk away. If only to protect her heart from further damage. This was her blood traitor of a sister. Someone she shouldn’t care about anymore. But here she was, smiling at her sister’s response. “I hate things like this” And she knew her sister knew. It was a stretch for her to even be here. But she knew that Andy would understand. They’d both grown up being herded to this event, and that event. It was horrendous. “And I hate this music even more” No wonder she had a headache.
She should have asked for another healer. Or more so demand one. She was a Black. She could do that. But she had a desire to actually spend some time with Andy. Maybe the back of the tent, away from prying eyes was the way. But people were always watching. She couldn’t risk someone seeing.
“Oh. Clever” Narcissa had a feeling she probably wouldn’t be the only one that a headache at the end of the evening. But she was figuring that might not necessarily be because of the music. She bit her lip, trying to not let her emotions show too much. “I’m fine. No thanks to you” She muttered, her eyes narrowing for a moment, before she shrugged. “But no. I’m wonderful. Minus the headache”
*
“I know you do.” A simple statement, and perhaps one that she had no right to make; it had been years since Andromeda had properly known her sister, after all. She had no idea how things had changed, what Narcissa was like now. What her life consisted of, how she spent her time, what she considered valuable or fun; it was all a guess. For the most part. Because no matter how long it had been, she had known the person in front of her for most of her life, and she knew it was safe to assume that some things were still the same.
Just as they were with her. Except Narcissa… had allowed Andromeda to see more. She couldn’t. There were so many walls she had to keep up, so many thoughts she had to keep to herself for the sake of self-preservation. All of which came tumbling down, blown up in her face, the night she packed her bags and left for good.
Which was why, as much as no thanks to you absolutely gutted her, she knew it was deserving. Andromeda knew what she had done and what the cost of it was. “I’m glad to hear that. Minus the headache. Of course.” Narcissa was, always had been, strong. She could pick herself up from anything and move forward. Even this. Grabbing a vial from the bag, she held it out to her sister, hoping that it was genuinely her only concern. “Here. It’ll help.”












