It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
It doesn’t occur to her that Bastien may not be in the best way - or that Azrael’s absence may be the cause of it. In fact, of all the Ascended, he seems to have come out of it most unscathed, appearing ready, willing, and able. Wessex marvels privately to herself, concluding that Bastien will likely always be an enigma to her, and that that may not be a bad thing. She offers him a reassuring grin with a hint of fang, “No, not exactly. I’m actually in need of advice.”
Hence, her advisors. Though for those who’ve know the Queen long enough, the very fact that she’s reaching out instead of making a decision on her own may be either a mark of significant change in her or an impending apocalypse.
Henry isn’t as late as he think he is - or perhaps not noticeably so. And Wessex is forgiving to those she likes, so his apology is swept away with a wave of her wand.
Until she gets a good look at him. He seems worse than when they’d torn down the Barracks. “As I’d just told Bastien, I’m in need of some advice from my Advisors but first I think I need to check in with you two. I’m sorry for not asking earlier. How are you doing?” A slightly furrowed, concerned gaze sweeps from the Attuned to the Ascended
Hence, her advisors. Though for those who’ve know the Queen long enough, the very fact that she’s reaching out instead of making a decision on her own may be either a mark of significant change in her or an impending apocalypse.
Henry isn’t as late as he think he is - or perhaps not noticeably so. And Wessex is forgiving to those she likes, so his apology is swept away with a wave of her wand.
Until she gets a good look at him. He seems worse than when they’d torn down the Barracks. “As I’d just told Bastien, I’m in need of some advice from my Advisors but first I think I need to check in with you two. I’m sorry for not asking earlier. How are you doing?” A slightly furrowed, concerned gaze sweeps from the Attuned to the Ascended
