WESSEX
the wraith
Wessex is, in fact, in her office that doubles as a small apartment. The place is dark, for she doesn’t need any light to see by and fire is a unnecessary danger, so it’s easy to mistake the Barracks for empty. She starts slightly at the knock, pausing a moment to glance sharply at the door with a furrowed brow, thoroughly tempted to ignore whomever might be on the other side. But then it could be one of her kin, it could be someone who wants assistance - and she has always said she is available. “Coming,” drifts through the heavy door and within the minute it opens. Wessex does her best to hide her disappointment at finding it’s Darkeye on the other side of the door, trying to hide it by glancing past them to see if they might just be the first. When it’s evident that he is the only one there, she wraps her face in a blanket of her best neutrality and soldiers on. “Darkeye. How can I help you?”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
