I write sins, not tragedies
What goes up must come down. Standing alone in front of the Monster Trap, Wessex sighs heavily into the silence. The Trojan House stands obscenely pristine right now, compared to the rest of the Grounds. Her shithole descendes even further into the muck and the mire and Gods, there just isn’t enough time to do it all. A harsh Flowerbirth wind lifts the corner of her cape, which she sheds to begin her work, even if it is sullen and with a careful viciousness.
A very loud part of her screams defiantly that this was a good plan, a solid plan.
Things just didn’t go to plan. She should probably just stop planning, she thinks, as she approaches the house.
There’s a good amount of wood here and the Grounds needs to be rebuilt, so Wessex buckles a tool belt on and climbs to the roof of the building, planning on working her frustrations out on the roof - then the walls, then the support beams, and then the floor. The curved end of her hammer slips around a nail and she pulls - easily - oops, the nail goes flying - somewhere.
With a scowl, the Wraith sets herself to the next one, pulling a lot more delicately, so she can save the nail for future construction endeavors - of which she's sure there will be many. Waste not, want not, and all that.
A very loud part of her screams defiantly that this was a good plan, a solid plan.
Things just didn’t go to plan. She should probably just stop planning, she thinks, as she approaches the house.
There’s a good amount of wood here and the Grounds needs to be rebuilt, so Wessex buckles a tool belt on and climbs to the roof of the building, planning on working her frustrations out on the roof - then the walls, then the support beams, and then the floor. The curved end of her hammer slips around a nail and she pulls - easily - oops, the nail goes flying - somewhere.
With a scowl, the Wraith sets herself to the next one, pulling a lot more delicately, so she can save the nail for future construction endeavors - of which she's sure there will be many. Waste not, want not, and all that.
WESSEX
