WESSEX
the wraith
Yeah…. There’s been a lot going on, to say the least. Wessex is a little behind and unfortunately this matter has escaped her mind. The woman who acts as a general housekeeper (ha!), cook (also, ha - she pretty much just cooks for herself) and reception desk (all those messages, you know) has gone home for the night, leaving Wessex a couple of hours after she’s risen for the evening. She’d actually been out and about before the men arrive, but manages to catch sight of their familiar backs entering the door. “Ah, fuck, did I forget a meeting?” Wessex says as she enters behind them with a blast of cold, dark air that sends the lights flickering. LongNight is around the corner. Without a coat of her own to take off, the Queen holds out her hands for their outer garments, ready to place them on nearby hooks, but not before gazing curiously at the bag Deimos carries and the dark circles under Loren’s eyes. As soon as the cold weather gear is taken care of, she motions for them to follow her into the room to the right, where a large table lays before them and candles burn brightly in both lanterns on the walls and large candlesticks on the table.
“Something hot to drink? I think Daphne has some tea. Or there’s booze.” Just as warm, but in a different way. Though from the looks of it,
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
