#barbedwireandroses

[andromedafound]

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send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours (meme)

Andromeda had snuck into the bedroom, intending to snoop around to see if she couldn’t pinpoint the reason why its owner unsettled her so. Unfortunately, she'd had to find a place to hide when she heard someone at the door, and she’d scurried into a closet as quickly as she could.

She stifled a gasp after she closed the door and brushed against another person in the tiny space, and turned quickly to pin them against the back wall. “What are you doing in here??” she hissed.

[andromedafound]

barbedwireandroses (x):

King’s Landing was a brutal place, and Margaery had learned to adapt very quickly. This though… she never would have killed anyone. She hadn’t meant to. Only he’d hit her in the head, causing quite a bit of the blood that soiled her fine dress, and with his hand against her throat, she couldn’t scream for help. It was instinct that had sent her scrabbling for something, anything to defend herself and before she knew it, he’d bled out, collapsing on top of her.

Margaery ran, dizzy and in pain, her nose full of blood, and when Andromeda spoke to her, she yelped, her hands coming up defensively. “Just… just stay away.”

Andromeda stopped short as soon as the woman reacted, but she didn’t go away. She hovered just beyond arm’s length, clear concern written all over her face. “I am not going to hurt you. You just seem like you might need assistance.” She noted that the woman seemed to be bleeding from the nose, but she didn’t think that could explain all of the blood she saw. She also seemed unsteady on her feet, which wasn’t the best sign. She chanced a step closer. “Let me help you.”

[andromedafound]

barbedwireandroses (x):

The Master lifted a single, elegant eyebrow, but otherwise ignored Andromeda’s state of dress. She didn’t bother to apologize. “Haven’t you heard of putting your shields up? It was practically an invitation.”

“An invitation to whom?” She edged toward the door of her closet, keeping the umbrella firmly raised between them. “There is hardly anyone left in the universe who would even know how to enter a TARDIS in disguise, much less have any interest in entering this one. Although perhaps I should be rethinking that reasoning.” She huffed an irritated sigh. “Turn around so I can get dressed. Please.”