you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
“Alright, so we both fucked up,” Wessex says roughly - and kindly. As if they were equals, comrades-in-arms. It was the way she once spoke to Amun, before he disappeared.
As for his question, she was already reaching for her pants, unsheathing a hand’s worth of talons to cut through the dark cloth with an efficient riiiiiip. A could of quick movements and she has a thick strip of cloth and a pant leg fluttering in the wind. In an entirely non-sexual manner, of course. Reaching to loop it under his armpit, then around his upper arm to hold it still for a little bit, before tying it off above his shoulder. “That should hold it for a bit. Come on, let me get you to a healer. It’s the least I can do.”
Unable - or unwilling to mention the backlash that did this, Wessex picks the Flood up gently, by the waist, and then teleports the two of them as quickly as she can back to King’s End - and Nate.
{Fin}
As for his question, she was already reaching for her pants, unsheathing a hand’s worth of talons to cut through the dark cloth with an efficient riiiiiip. A could of quick movements and she has a thick strip of cloth and a pant leg fluttering in the wind. In an entirely non-sexual manner, of course. Reaching to loop it under his armpit, then around his upper arm to hold it still for a little bit, before tying it off above his shoulder. “That should hold it for a bit. Come on, let me get you to a healer. It’s the least I can do.”
Unable - or unwilling to mention the backlash that did this, Wessex picks the Flood up gently, by the waist, and then teleports the two of them as quickly as she can back to King’s End - and Nate.
{Fin}
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
