Nebula (Andromache×fem!OC)

Nebula (Andromache×fem!OC)

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You need help. What does it matter why? Today, I put this on your wound. Tomorrow, you help someone up when they fall. We're not meant to be alone. These words were said to Andromache by the gorgeous goth named Nebula Sinclaire working at Morfydd's pharmacy. Andy was just as intrigued by the beautiful stranger as Nebula was by her, yet, she made peace with the fact that they could never meet again. Their brief interaction echoed in her mind from time to time; the mindset-altering push Andy needed to rethink her growing resentment towards humanity. Through a complicated cocktail of chance, fate and Booker's shenanigans, these two women reunite and suddenly, both have to handle the blooming feelings that had been easier to ignore when they could stay distant strangers.
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[GxG] "I found the assistant." she said with her eyes fixed on the CV. "That's great! You finally found the perfect one for the job!" Wren pressed her lips together and closed her eyes then released a heavy sigh, reopening her eyes. "Why am I getting the feeling that you aren't happy about this?" She looked at Emily and handed her the CV. Emily looked at her confused then took it with her eyes set on Wren's but then she shifted them to the CV and her mouth reacted by being opened and so were her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no. Wren, come on... tell me you are joking about this and this isn't real." She put it aside and placed her palms on the desk, leaning forward to Wren who was running her finger over her lips, thinking. "She can't be... not this one. Not this woman."

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