#adnominatingacersecomic

oh my god they were going to get it on while you were sleeping

my throat hurts!

hi

Written the morning after Kanaya's party: 

she is of coursejust like i expected her to be

cheerful nearly all the timelights up a room gorgeous tootaller than me and with Actual Curves™

if she wanted a mate shed probably have no trouble getting one  

At first, there's nothing.

Then, there's a crackle of temporal energy and a spatial rift torn into the dark, smoggy twenty-eighth century atmosphere.

Then, there is the Handmaid.

The keen, nagging awareness that one of the Knight's friends had left the protection of the maddening had finally struck her, and the dreaded lurch in her stomach that assured her that her task was clear.

At first, she back-traced the movements of the Maid through Time and Space, isolated the point where she came from through a few minutes of detective-work, and—most critically—discovered the location of the compound.  She had been on the verge of marching on the mansion itself, catching everyone by surprise and emptying it before any of them had any idea that she was coming, but then she remembered.

The Knight falls last of all.

So instead, the Handmaid followed Aradia to the place she'd fled.