happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster There’s nothing left but awkward goodbye’s now, as Wessex has never been entirely sure when to hug (a thing she rarely does) or offer a hand, or simply smile and turn away. The last person who touched her in a friendly, non-intimate way was Rory, and all of a sudden a fierce longing for the man wells up inside her. If only, if only… “Sounds good,” she replies. “I’m eager to see what the two of you come up with. Sure it will be great.” The Wraith is no judge of artistic talent, but there is an odd sort of confidence in the pair; perhaps Bastien will take delight in designing something for a fellow Ascended (even if they don’t gt along), and perhaps Rexanna will be able to take her better sense of Wessex and direct him appropriately. On a whim, the older woman reaches out to pull the younger into a brief, loose embrace. “Goodnight, Rex. See you soon.” And so the sun began to rise on a night that never seemed to end. {FIN!}