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 Wessex laughs. “I forgot you’ve never seen where I live.” She clears her throat, sits up, and makes herself ‘presentable’ (whatever that means). Time to lay it all out for Rex: and she starts with the quintessential ‘picture this’ gesture, by spreading her hands wide in front of them as if they were watching a movie - which neither of them have heard about. “Picture this: a one room house, cleverly disguised as a something no one’s invested much in. There’s a bed, a fireplace, a locked chest, and a bunch of weapons, if you’re into that kind of thing.” She pauses. “Aaaaand…. That’s about it.” Her hands fall at her sides and the Wraith makes a sound in the back of her throat that could almost be considered a chuckle. “So when I say I don’t know much about decorating, I mean I have no taste, whatsoever.” Except functional. She likes functional. Because pretty was rarely an option, and she’s always found that in her mind, badass tops attractive any day. It’s probably why Wessex is still single.