I write sins, not tragedies
It almost seems to good to be true - all of it - the reconciliation, the conversation. Not because she doubts Maea’s intentions or her ability to change, but because things aren’t allowed to get this nice in Caido. Put this interaction on top of her blossoming, genuine friendship with Sunjata, and it feels as if the world is going topsy-turvy. Internally, she’s afraid it’ll all be some cruel joke. You thought you could win, Wessex? Have a nice little family? How cute. How stupid.
And the only thing the Wraith. hates more than the Old Gods is feeling stupid.
“Same goes for you,” she manages before turning towards the portal. “Isla and Amun are too kind an optimistic to truly call me out. Just because I’m the strongest doesn’t mean I’m always right.” And maybe the most devoted, but that’s not a path they need to go down right now. She shrugs and makes a face over her shoulder. There are plenty of instances she could point to where she could have chose better, going all the way back to the Mathair incident.
But here they are are - the world and the two of them - and everything is okay for now. Jutting her chin towards the portal, Wessex indicates that it’s time for her, at least, to go home. “Shall we?” she asks, before stepping lightly into the portal, assuming Maea will follow.
{Fin}
And the only thing the Wraith. hates more than the Old Gods is feeling stupid.
“Same goes for you,” she manages before turning towards the portal. “Isla and Amun are too kind an optimistic to truly call me out. Just because I’m the strongest doesn’t mean I’m always right.” And maybe the most devoted, but that’s not a path they need to go down right now. She shrugs and makes a face over her shoulder. There are plenty of instances she could point to where she could have chose better, going all the way back to the Mathair incident.
But here they are are - the world and the two of them - and everything is okay for now. Jutting her chin towards the portal, Wessex indicates that it’s time for her, at least, to go home. “Shall we?” she asks, before stepping lightly into the portal, assuming Maea will follow.
{Fin}
WESSEX
