dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Can she let him up? Of course she can, but the question is whether or not she will.
Staring hard at her red-headed brother, wishing she could see into the depths of his soul to find the true mettle of his being, Wessex has the feeling that the only thing she’s going to get from here on out is a certain kind of parroting on whatever she says. Did he understand? Probably. Maybe. Hopefully - for all their sakes. It’s obvious that she’s done playing nice, that she could and was willing to end him, but just in case -
As if she hadn’t heard his plea, Wessex looks pointedly at their shadows wherever they are in the sunlit, but half-shaded courtyard. Calling them to her, one grabs the knife and hands it to the other in perhaps the most intricate shadow-work she’s done yet. They slither obediently over the stones to her side, displaying the ability to carry things, to leave their rightful owner at her behest. Taking the knife, she tucks it into the boot and then looks at Sam again. “If something happens again, I won’t hesitate.”
It’s his final warning. The anger begins to seep out of her and though the demigod hopes she won’t have to make good on that thread, she won’t hold any unnecessary breaths.
Wessex disappears, leaving Sam alone again.
- Fin
Staring hard at her red-headed brother, wishing she could see into the depths of his soul to find the true mettle of his being, Wessex has the feeling that the only thing she’s going to get from here on out is a certain kind of parroting on whatever she says. Did he understand? Probably. Maybe. Hopefully - for all their sakes. It’s obvious that she’s done playing nice, that she could and was willing to end him, but just in case -
As if she hadn’t heard his plea, Wessex looks pointedly at their shadows wherever they are in the sunlit, but half-shaded courtyard. Calling them to her, one grabs the knife and hands it to the other in perhaps the most intricate shadow-work she’s done yet. They slither obediently over the stones to her side, displaying the ability to carry things, to leave their rightful owner at her behest. Taking the knife, she tucks it into the boot and then looks at Sam again. “If something happens again, I won’t hesitate.”
It’s his final warning. The anger begins to seep out of her and though the demigod hopes she won’t have to make good on that thread, she won’t hold any unnecessary breaths.
Wessex disappears, leaving Sam alone again.
- Fin
