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. And I mean, actually full on laughs. Not many people here have heard that sound before; but the idea of the big, stoic man facing an innuendo-laden Rex is genuinely amusing. She can imagine it either going right over his head or him turning as red as a tomato. They’ve only ever been fellow warriors, immediately trustworthy as fighting kin on the same side, but that is probably the extent of their relationship. It can’t be anything more. Not now. Amalia - No, no thoughts like that. Not right now. “So you’ve been a Queen before. Imprisoned. Escaped. What else have you done, oh mysterious Rexanna?” Wessex finds that she actually wants to know more about this woman, saying perhaps to herself, that it’s for the future, for when she might need help. But the truth is that she doesn’t want to stop talking and she doesn’t want to go back to wherever she’s going to rest for the day, and this - this non-innuendo laden connection is something she hasn’t had for awhile. She’s been a teacher, an adversary, a fuck buddy, and a sister (of sorts). But a friend? Well, ask anyone. The Wraith doesn’t really have friends.