It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Torchline is hot this time of year.
Not that it bothers Wessex - nor does the sun - and she’s able to appreciate stripping down to next to bare skin, just like the rest of them. All hard, lean muscle, but pale, pale, pale, the woman who will never again get a tan lingers in stark contrast to the golden, sweat-kissed people of Torchline. Kids and adults alike play in the pool - but Wessex does not. It’s not like she’ll melt or anything, more that the Wraith just… doesn’t have anyone to play with. And is she really the playing type?
Leaning back on her hands, this demigod simply watches, the ghost of an amused smile on her lips, happy to see that the threat of war hasn’t stopped this kind of everyday joy.
Not that it bothers Wessex - nor does the sun - and she’s able to appreciate stripping down to next to bare skin, just like the rest of them. All hard, lean muscle, but pale, pale, pale, the woman who will never again get a tan lingers in stark contrast to the golden, sweat-kissed people of Torchline. Kids and adults alike play in the pool - but Wessex does not. It’s not like she’ll melt or anything, more that the Wraith just… doesn’t have anyone to play with. And is she really the playing type?
Leaning back on her hands, this demigod simply watches, the ghost of an amused smile on her lips, happy to see that the threat of war hasn’t stopped this kind of everyday joy.
