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 “What about a wood carving? Something decorative, but also not… necessarily pretty?” Looking down at her skin, she can now easily imagine the subtle intricacies that an etching or carving, or whatever you call it, might add to the design of the House. She shrugs. They’ll make it work. Wessex looks up at the moon again and notices how much lower it is in the sky. The light is returning - and it seems like they’ve managed to talk the whole night away. To be honst, the Queen is a little surprised. But it’s a good surprised. Like they’ve managed to get somewhere in their relationship. And Wessex, well she could use all the friends she could get. “Should we call it a night?” the Wraith asks, looking over the edge of their stone seat and jumping down. As much as she would love to stay and keep chatting, there is the occasional thing she has to do. {think we could end it in 2 more posts? So we get to #43?}