WESSEX
Wessex still hesitates to confirm anything in that moment, pretending to be surprised by what Jata felt up there in the sky. Going through the motions of doing an ‘internal scan’ (and he might know what that far-away look in her eyes means because of Nate, but he might not), she ends up frowning to herself. However, before she can say anything, the Flood announces his change of allegiance - or rather, a lack of an old one.
If Wessex’s eyebrows could have leapt off her face and hit the sun, they would have.
“You… left her?” she asks, phrasing it that way because it seemed like the herald’s claws were pretty fucking deep into him. It didn’t seem like there was any other way to describe it. “For who? And you’re still alive?” Ten other questions leap to the tip of her tongue, but she manages to snap her mouth shut and wait for an explanation. What bargains or deals or spine of fucking vibranium had he found, to finally say no to the cunt he’d said yes to for years?
If Wessex’s eyebrows could have leapt off her face and hit the sun, they would have.
“You… left her?” she asks, phrasing it that way because it seemed like the herald’s claws were pretty fucking deep into him. It didn’t seem like there was any other way to describe it. “For who? And you’re still alive?” Ten other questions leap to the tip of her tongue, but she manages to snap her mouth shut and wait for an explanation. What bargains or deals or spine of fucking vibranium had he found, to finally say no to the cunt he’d said yes to for years?
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
