you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Off the black dragonling goes with a trill and a trumpet towards the young demigoddess, Wessex too surprised by the magical door opening to say much of anything. How quickly things change amongst them, she thinks, assuming that with this telekinesis comes Remi’s other powers, regrettably inching him back up towards threat again.
Wiping her boots on the outside of the doorframe before stepping inside, the Wraith closes the door behind her and then looks at the Alchemist as he squares off towards her. “No,” she begins matter-of-factly. “If I did, I’d have already tried to retaliate.” The way that she does best - alone, quickly, nigh on invisible in the dark. She perches on the arm of a chair occupied by two or three books, ignoring the mess around her. “Three murders in a week. I’m worried.” Whether or not Remi is sympathetic isn't on her mind; she says it because of the bigger implications that lie behind the statement.
If Ascended could look tired, Wessex would look like she hasn’t slept since LongNight.
Wiping her boots on the outside of the doorframe before stepping inside, the Wraith closes the door behind her and then looks at the Alchemist as he squares off towards her. “No,” she begins matter-of-factly. “If I did, I’d have already tried to retaliate.” The way that she does best - alone, quickly, nigh on invisible in the dark. She perches on the arm of a chair occupied by two or three books, ignoring the mess around her. “Three murders in a week. I’m worried.” Whether or not Remi is sympathetic isn't on her mind; she says it because of the bigger implications that lie behind the statement.
If Ascended could look tired, Wessex would look like she hasn’t slept since LongNight.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
