into the frying pan

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 Back through the portal, out through the door - and to be honest, she’s so fucking tempted to shut it behind her and just tell the key to the rest of the fam, but then that would go against the very thing she’s  fought for. Rolling her eyes and grumbling about the necessity of being the bigger person, the newest demi-god finds her feet are even faster than before. And that’s not all; the Queen had been so tied up in diplomacy and the newness of Halo that she failed to realize how good the rest of her felt, how strong, how sturdy, how beautifully fucking bright. Wessex hadn’t doubted. She’d seen the glow for herself. But now that she has a moment to think about the events of the past however many hours (days. perhaps?), she finds her systems running a check and is delighted by what they find. The Wraith smiles grimly into the darkness. Things have changed. Snaking through the tunnels of the Underground, Wessex makes her way to the Voice’s light. She takes a knee and looks up with an anticipating smile, now more of an eager child than ever before.