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Aug. 12th, 2023 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_a_goddamn_princessOne minute, Margo was standing outside some fucked-up freakshack threatening bodily harm to the thing that had taken her best friend from her. She had been holding a hammer, with two axes strapped to her belt, and she had been happy to use them.
The next minute, she was standing inside the throne room of Castle Whitespire, staring at a tall, pale woman, still clutching her warhammer tightly to her breast.
"What the fuck," she said. "Now? Seriously? We've been drinking our way through the days on fucking insanity island for like two years and right when Eliot needs me, you--"
The fairy queen lifted a single white eyebrow. "I did what?" she said. "You just portaled into my throne room."
"Oh fuck me with a sparkly chainsaw," Margo said, "I'm back in the pre-Taylor's Version fuckmire."
Her creepy white nemesis merely tilted her head.
[[ establishy ]]
The next minute, she was standing inside the throne room of Castle Whitespire, staring at a tall, pale woman, still clutching her warhammer tightly to her breast.
"What the fuck," she said. "Now? Seriously? We've been drinking our way through the days on fucking insanity island for like two years and right when Eliot needs me, you--"
The fairy queen lifted a single white eyebrow. "I did what?" she said. "You just portaled into my throne room."
"Oh fuck me with a sparkly chainsaw," Margo said, "I'm back in the pre-Taylor's Version fuckmire."
Her creepy white nemesis merely tilted her head.
[[ establishy ]]
