@rosetamed !
date: spring 1979 location: the rosier household
andromeda appears at the grounds with a muted pop, hailing her arrival via apparition -- the first things her eyes land on are the flowers, beautiful and well-tended to as she last remembers them to be. she resigns herself to basking in their loveliness later; for now, she crosses the grounds in half-hurried strides towards the front door. the bag slung in the crook of her arm houses gifts for the children and the whole family ( her family, too -- but this one in particular is too good, too pure for her that andromeda almost feels like she is trespassing each time she is with them, but also finds herself unable to resist the want to be and spend time with some of the only completely happy parts of family she has ), hoping that if there was a celebration or birthday of sorts she’d be prepared, and if there was no festivity, she’d have a reason to visit.
blood traitor, this cousin of hers, the patriarch of this household, had been named -- curious it was that his erasure from the maternal side of her family only brought her closer to him. domitius had been brave in the ways andromeda could only wish she could be. in a way, by being around him, she envisions and vicariously lives a life ( so intricately idealized ) that she could have been immersed in had she just been able to break free.
she is swept out of her thoughts when the door swings open, smile instantly lighting up her features. “ i come bearing gifts ! ” it’s the most jubilant her voice has been in weeks, the closest incident it’s chimed this sweetly was in passing conversation with cissa. “ and i know it’s early, but i wanted to slip away as soon as i could -- i do hope i’m not intruding. ”
