you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
He isn’t the only one who wishes he could talk to Rexanna; their reasons might differ at their core, but the Wraith would kill for some advice right now - on Bastien, on the Grounds, on diplomacy. Anything and everything. That she’s gone, and that Amun is gone too, is no small wound.
She answers Bastien’s knock fairly quickly, opening the door wide and inviting him inside with a sweep of her arm. The house is dark this time of night, with Daphne gone home for the evening and Wessex not one to need much in the sense of light, but the smaller sitting room has a couple of lamps lit - because she still thinks it would be odd to have an entire conversation like this in the dark.
“For the record, I’m not asking you to prove yourself in any way,” she says as she settles gracefully in a chair. “I don’t know how you think or where your head’s at regarding the future.”
And the future is a very big, very ambiguous term.
She answers Bastien’s knock fairly quickly, opening the door wide and inviting him inside with a sweep of her arm. The house is dark this time of night, with Daphne gone home for the evening and Wessex not one to need much in the sense of light, but the smaller sitting room has a couple of lamps lit - because she still thinks it would be odd to have an entire conversation like this in the dark.
“For the record, I’m not asking you to prove yourself in any way,” she says as she settles gracefully in a chair. “I don’t know how you think or where your head’s at regarding the future.”
And the future is a very big, very ambiguous term.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
