happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Please, Rex, don’t go telling anyone Wessex has a nice smile. It will ruin the reputation she’s tried so hard to cultivate. Wessex falls quiet for awhile, Rex’s easy agreement an ear worm in her brain. Is there anything her sister could do for her? In the coming weeks there would be plenty, but right now, it’s all simmering quietly below the surface. There’s nothing to do right now except play defensively, the warrior thinks. And yet… she’s always prided herself on being able to think widely, see all possible options and possibilities. There’s an Outlander she trusts right in front of her. An opportunity to learn, having already purged the feelings that often make her close her ears. With a glance back to the brunette, Wessex licks her lips, not that her lips or mouth are ever dry any more. “Well - there is something. Two things, actually. First, and know it isn’t an insult,” her look turns sly and cheeky, “but you do know you outshine Bastien like the sun outshines a torch, right?” She’s sure she’s been asked that half a dozen times, but like, Wessex just wants to understand something that she’ll never feel. It’s easy to see why Bastien adores Rex. In another life, Wessex might have tried to make a move. But not here. Not now. Not ever. “Why do you love him?”