WESSEX
the wraith
She wants you.Even in the wake of Edy and Hotaru, the words sound alien to Wessex, the concept of being wanted for something other than power or sex disappeared when her sister died. There was friendship, yes, and a bond the Naturals shared with their inherently difficult life, but being wanted might be going too far.
Your hers, now.
She lowers the slab and whilst crouching down to welcome the dragonling, she still looks to Amalia for confirmation. Because it might not be true. It could be a mistake. They’ve happened before, surely. Wessex is a troublemaker, a killer - they both know that - what kind of caretaker could she possibly be for a baby dragon? Who, other than The Voice, could love her unconditionally? “You mean…?” the Wraith asks, her voice thick with emotion and disbelief, the worries about being utterly alone for the rest of her life loathe to leave the body they’ve made home.
But she knows it, she knows that what the Shield says is true. So the warrior turns back, arms out to embrace the creature as shiny, iridescent liquid pools at the corners of her eyes. “How do you know?” Is Ama the companion whisperer? Or is it just that fucking obvious?
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
