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[missmungoe]

🥺👉🏾👈🏾 I know this is a super annoying question but how’s Andromeda Unbound coming along? I swear I’ve read the three chapters so many times I have them memorized shajdkdksskd

Oh no worries! I don’t mind people asking if it’s done like this? Asking how a chapter is coming along is not annoying - you’re acknowledging the process (and by extension, the work) rather than just expecting a finished product, which is honestly an underrated kindness, so thank you for that <3 (also sadshfdjgj memorized!!)

I’m actually working on Andromeda as we speak! It’s next on my list, and is about 40% done, so have a snippet, because the fact that you’ve reread this fic so many times was what got me excited about writing it again:

Sabo’s gaze followed the waiters passing with trays of appetisers. “Maybe eating something will help. Wait here, and I’ll see if I can track down a salmon puff.”

“No, wa―”

He was gone before she could muster a protest, to say she didn’t feel like she could keep anything down and that she really wasn’t too keen on the thought of cementing her legacy at the Reverie by projectile vomiting all over the World Government insignia painted across the shiny tiled floor.

She watched as the crowd swallowed him up. A group of nearby girls made a strategic advance in the direction he’d gone, armed with intent and a disturbing amount of taffeta, their giggles drifting back towards her, and Makino sighed, although spared a wry prayer to the fact that she wasn’t the one being stalked by marriage-horny nobles like a deer in open season.

She’d barely finished the thought when she sensed someone behind her, and thinking it was another waiter, turned around, only to start at the sight of a whole group of noblemen, having sidled out of the crowd so smoothly she hadn’t even noticed them before they were upon her.

She had a half-panicked thought that they’d all seen through her disguise, but then, “Your Grace,” purred the one at the front. He was Sabo’s age, had an underbite like an angler fish and a monocle that stole her attention so thoroughly, even with the direct address, it took Makino a full second to realise that he was talking to her.

And his aggressively wide smile left little doubt of why he’d approached her, which wasn’t to expose her as a fraud in front of the world’s nobility, but for a very different, although equally unwelcome reason.

Her reaction was delayed, and might have felt out of character if it hadn’t so perfectly encapsulated her feelings in that moment, as Makino thought, softly,

Fuck.