WESSEX
the wraith
Yes. A mission accomplished, but at what cost?It was the least I could do, she says in reply to Nate’s thanks, the howls of the woman’s pain echoing in her very recent memories. Her fiances press in closer. Skin to skin. Tight expressions. It hurts almost as much to see this doting and concern for Ru as it does to think on the cause of it. So she squeezes the woman’s hand in response and brushes away the thanks. “You’d have done the same for me.” It’s almost funny to think of the the opposite, Wessex carried in the smaller woman’s arms, until she thinks of the next steps. Taken her - where? To whom? To the Voice, the only one who loves her like this?
“I’m going to let Nate and Jata take over now, okay?” They know better than her, she thinks. They must - at least in regards to healing. Wessex swallows hard against the lump in her throat and kisses Ru’s knuckles ever so briefly and gently, placing her hands back down in her lap for one of the men to take. Easing herself off the couch, she rises slowly and looks for Loki before quietly heading for the door.
{W out! Feel free to carry on if you want to}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
