comeuppance

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 Some time in between leaning against the headboard of the bed and when Sam started to descend into the cellar, Wessex pulled her knives out of her boots. Half for effect. Half because she genuinely wanted to hurt the ginger. All that self-control she’s had recently has to go somewhere, and she can feel it leaking out of her, her anger bubbling up like a vile case of heartburn, eating at her chest in cold, but surprisingly illogical way. “Speak with… sure. Let’s call it that,” she says flatly. The Wraith swings her legs over the edge of the bed and stands up in a fluid motion, knife in hand. The other one remains on the bed. “Let me guess,” Wessex begins sarcastically, taking very slow and deliberate steps towards her brother. “You have an excuse, or some reasoning for what happened, that in hindsight was really fucking stupid?” There’s a flash of something dangerous in her eyes, something that screams this is far more personal than Sam could have imagined; unlike Rexanna, Remi, and Jigano, Wessex has no compassion or patience left to give.