we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
No, she is not used to anyone knowing her feelings; roped off from other Ascended by virtue of her role in the family, even more so from the rest of the world as the Voice’s demigod, she is used to experiencing everything in a vacuum. Only Loki knows these bits and pieces of her, and while Loki is ingrained in the heartfibers of her soul, she cannot speak the way that humans can.
But maybe words aren’t needed for this feeling. Maybe words are unnecessary. Inadequate.
Understanding floats her way and she wants to believe that it’s true, that Sunjata mightcomprehend a little of what this mess inside her feels like. Wessex can’t quite rein her feelings back in yet, but the lightning rampage ends with a static fizz. She can feel the air around them growing thin. Not so bad for her, but for the Flood - she stops climbing, stops fighting it. Suspended here, her neck twists towards the Outlander and something inside her deflates enough to feel exhausted.
Thank you, she murmurs in return after a long, long silence. This was... but again, words fail her. She settles for a multi-hued ball of gratitude, awe, and pure joy.
But maybe words aren’t needed for this feeling. Maybe words are unnecessary. Inadequate.
Understanding floats her way and she wants to believe that it’s true, that Sunjata mightcomprehend a little of what this mess inside her feels like. Wessex can’t quite rein her feelings back in yet, but the lightning rampage ends with a static fizz. She can feel the air around them growing thin. Not so bad for her, but for the Flood - she stops climbing, stops fighting it. Suspended here, her neck twists towards the Outlander and something inside her deflates enough to feel exhausted.
Thank you, she murmurs in return after a long, long silence. This was... but again, words fail her. She settles for a multi-hued ball of gratitude, awe, and pure joy.
WESSEX
