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 “Mine too.” There is a moment of consideration, put in there for emphasis or perhaps just comedic effect. “Then again, the options have only ever been Ascension or death.” Another pause. “Twice.” And now, she finally chuckles, because a - only one other person can say they’ve been reborn, and that was by another’s sacrifice, not a genuine remaking, and b - it’s never really been a choice. It’s the survivalist in her. It did turn out to be the best decision she’s ever made, because here she is, a Queen, and physically more powerful than she’s ever been. “How could I begin to repay her for an extra two lives?” She shrugs, borderline happy to say the phrase she’s come to use so often to describe her feelings about her Lady. It doesn’t feel like she’s indebted at all. It doesn’t feel like the Goddess makes her do anything, or expects anything remarkable out of her. It’s all Wessex’s doing; a broken need for approval and genuine addiction to power. Her mind needs to be engaged, to have problems to solve and problems to fix. Everything the Ascended has asked for (almost) has been granted. Following Rex’s gaze up, the Wraith lets silence fall, thinking about the sun and the moon and the differences between themselves and the daywalkers. “You know you can still feel residual warmth in the summer. And I’ve heard that when you’re older, you can withstand being in its light more. I feel stronger in the day than I did a year ago.” So there is hope. It just may be a ways away. A wicked little smile flashes across her face, along with a memory. “I miss sunbathing naked. To tease the boys - the looks on their faces? Priceless. But I do not miss sunburns.”