empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
Just like that, her doubts begin to dissipate, diffused by the Voice’s light and easy understanding. Wessex nods, knowing that whatever anger might come her way, justified for not, she can deal with. She always has, wearing her survivor identity as an armor against fears and barbed words and wrapping these moments with her Lady around herself like a weighted blanket.
Reaching for the bow, Wessex brightens when she hears that the Voice is working on their volatility - arguably their biggest weakness. “I can already hear the Old Gods’ screams of rage when you solve it,” she offers as a vote of confidence, following it up with a fanged smile and tilting her head as if imagining the high-pitched screeches from Safrin. “I was wondering if you might be able to help me either better this experiment or make a new kind of weapon.” Lifting the Infernbow up first, she points out what Deimos made and where she thinks she went wrong. “This bow sets arrows on fire when I pull the trigger, but what if the fire magic moved to the arrows so they explode on contact instead?”
And then eagerly, she reaches for what is arguably her better, far more inventive idea. “And with this - do you think we could make something that can cut through spirits. Or astral projections? Ideally anything that isn’t… solid.” Flesh and blood lay on the tip of her tongue but that is such an antiquated term, now isn’t it?
Her own Sublte Knife.
Reaching for the bow, Wessex brightens when she hears that the Voice is working on their volatility - arguably their biggest weakness. “I can already hear the Old Gods’ screams of rage when you solve it,” she offers as a vote of confidence, following it up with a fanged smile and tilting her head as if imagining the high-pitched screeches from Safrin. “I was wondering if you might be able to help me either better this experiment or make a new kind of weapon.” Lifting the Infernbow up first, she points out what Deimos made and where she thinks she went wrong. “This bow sets arrows on fire when I pull the trigger, but what if the fire magic moved to the arrows so they explode on contact instead?”
And then eagerly, she reaches for what is arguably her better, far more inventive idea. “And with this - do you think we could make something that can cut through spirits. Or astral projections? Ideally anything that isn’t… solid.” Flesh and blood lay on the tip of her tongue but that is such an antiquated term, now isn’t it?
Her own Sublte Knife.
WESSEX
