I write sins, not tragedies
Maea is full of surprises - over and over again, the Wraith has to keep readjusting her expectations. A confession certainly wasn’t in her plans for tonight, and it does actually stop her in her lantern-making tracks. Pursing her lips, she nods in consideration. “I see.”
She doesn’t see, she has no idea why Maea would do that, or what great loves have to do with anything. However, Wessex does have a little idea of what it feels like to act out of anger, and she’d be nothing better than her Old God counterparts if she were to hold it against her sister. “Do you regret it, now? Want to make it right? And - was the infirmary you too?”
One, she could forgive. It wasn’t in the Grounds and no one really got hurt. The second, the infirmary - that would be much harder. They might be similar institutions, but one had a serious threat and the other, an unfortunate incident. Eyeing Maea with an intense, but calm gaze, the Wraith finds herself waiting with a sense of dread - she doesn’t want to have to do anything about those fires, please don’t make her have to do anything tonight.
She doesn’t see, she has no idea why Maea would do that, or what great loves have to do with anything. However, Wessex does have a little idea of what it feels like to act out of anger, and she’d be nothing better than her Old God counterparts if she were to hold it against her sister. “Do you regret it, now? Want to make it right? And - was the infirmary you too?”
One, she could forgive. It wasn’t in the Grounds and no one really got hurt. The second, the infirmary - that would be much harder. They might be similar institutions, but one had a serious threat and the other, an unfortunate incident. Eyeing Maea with an intense, but calm gaze, the Wraith finds herself waiting with a sense of dread - she doesn’t want to have to do anything about those fires, please don’t make her have to do anything tonight.
WESSEX
