It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
In her self-pity, there is little the Wraith is sure of but this; she would rather be out in the opening world than here. She would rather hurl herself into exploration and doing the Voice’s work than herding cats, taking care of children, governing. She wasn’t in her right mind when she took the job. The Ascended needed a place to call their own, the world needed to know she was still here and protecting them - choose one, choose any, choose all of those reasons.
Now Wessex needs to choose herself.
She’s been rather grim and grumpy lately - even Daphne commented on it - so she’s trying her best to set that aside for this meeting, in a room she’s come to both love and loathe. A room that makes her think both where did I go wrong, and why the fuck would I leave?
A reconciliation of all the contradictory voices: that’s what Advisors are for. And the Queen needs advice.
A polite request has been sent to both Bastien and Henry, asking them to come have a chat about the Grounds with her tonight and she is, as usual, ready for them.
Now Wessex needs to choose herself.
She’s been rather grim and grumpy lately - even Daphne commented on it - so she’s trying her best to set that aside for this meeting, in a room she’s come to both love and loathe. A room that makes her think both where did I go wrong, and why the fuck would I leave?
A reconciliation of all the contradictory voices: that’s what Advisors are for. And the Queen needs advice.
A polite request has been sent to both Bastien and Henry, asking them to come have a chat about the Grounds with her tonight and she is, as usual, ready for them.
