empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
“I would love that,” Wessex says with a wide smile and an enthusiastic, but tight nod. “You just say the word and - well -” tilting her head a bit, she considers ‘when’ that might be. “Maybe I’ll have a surprise for you by then.” That little tease elicits a more knowing, sly look. She’s found she enjoys these kinds of surprises, and knows that Azrael would probably enjoy it too. Not just because of the novel experience they’ll be able to have, but because of what it means for the family.
“But you be careful when going after the Prince, alright? You’re more important to me than he is.” And with that, she gives their shoulders one last squeeze and disentagles herself, making to stand up off their little bench. It isn’t cold by any means, but it might just be time to head back before Bastien gets worried, and to allow Az to being to digest all of what she’d just dumped on them.
Offering them her hand, Wessex remains silent and allows the space for any other questions that might arise.
“But you be careful when going after the Prince, alright? You’re more important to me than he is.” And with that, she gives their shoulders one last squeeze and disentagles herself, making to stand up off their little bench. It isn’t cold by any means, but it might just be time to head back before Bastien gets worried, and to allow Az to being to digest all of what she’d just dumped on them.
Offering them her hand, Wessex remains silent and allows the space for any other questions that might arise.
WESSEX
