@fracturcs !
date: may 5th 1979 location: ministry gala
wrapped in glittering dress and nursing a spirited drink, she is something of a force; andromeda spends her time chatting, listening, dancing the night away, having arrived as an extension to her parents’ guaranteed appearance. the blacks wasted no opportunity to show their support to yaxley’s party, but andromeda herself weaves between supporters of both sides, choosing mostly to flutter about bagnold’s people if only to turn heads and charge whispers. the buzz that galas provided were next to none -- she had grown accustomed to a life spent rubbing shoulders with the opulent and powerful, and even more so with the atmosphere so politically charged.
dromeda almost finds her way to another pocket of what seems to be very interesting conversation when a ghost of the past enters her peripheral -- it takes her a moment and a string of skipped heartbeats to recognize thabit colton, whom she had tried ( and failed ) to erase from her memories for almost a decade. there is a wall of repressed history and regret that should prevent her from seeking him out, but she does just that, crossing the sea of guests to make her way to him. there’s a stride in her step ( fuelled by the liquid courage ), ignoring the racing heart in her chest as she draws in close.
“ word around tells me that you aren’t one to leave your office often, ” dromeda swirls the contents of her glass nonchalantly, voice smooth and poised as though they were simply perfect strangers, “ should i consider myself lucky to have stumbled upon you tonight ? ”
