dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
She'd come to say hello to Ronin and Remi, but instead, stands behind them in semi-shock. “So it’s true, then,” Wessex says with the barest of hitches in her voice, suddenly very aware that the three lanterns in her hand aren’t enough. Four. She needs four now. The native looks at the makeshift creations with a vaguely bewildered expression, inhales unnecessarily, and closes her eyes.
This. Fucking. Sucks.
And what sucks even more than the loss of her friend-cum-fuck-buddy is that Ronin hadn’t told her yet. And while this is neither the time nor place to demand some goddamn equality and responsibility from her counterpart, and you know, go after the man for not having the decency to tell her, the impulse to do so visibly rises in her. However, after a moment the older woma swallows it, grief welling up and she sure as hell doesn’t want any of them to see that side of her.
Another one lost.
The Ascended Queen - no, the only Queen - turns from Ronin and his family, searching forRory. Last year they’d come together at the Festival. Last year they became a team. Now she needs him here, she needs him because she can’t have Amalia, and Rexanna is still an Outlander, and this is a rare moment of emotional neediness that her systems aren’t programmed to deal with.
In a slight daze, or robotically perhaps, Wessex walks to over to the trees to hang her homemade lanterns: bone and antler, tooth and hide and an assortment of deep red and bright yellow leaves, coated in a shiny layer of animation fluid. Beautifully barbaric in their own way, but paling in comparison to the masterful creations of those with magic or crafting ability. She would be utterly shocked if Ludo chose to honor her - and let’s be honest, he’s never honored an Ascended before. One for her mother. One for Margrethe. One for 108, Aedion, and Kristopher.
And one imaginary, fire-wreathed one for Edy.
This. Fucking. Sucks.
And what sucks even more than the loss of her friend-cum-fuck-buddy is that Ronin hadn’t told her yet. And while this is neither the time nor place to demand some goddamn equality and responsibility from her counterpart, and you know, go after the man for not having the decency to tell her, the impulse to do so visibly rises in her. However, after a moment the older woma swallows it, grief welling up and she sure as hell doesn’t want any of them to see that side of her.
Another one lost.
The Ascended Queen - no, the only Queen - turns from Ronin and his family, searching for
In a slight daze, or robotically perhaps, Wessex walks to over to the trees to hang her homemade lanterns: bone and antler, tooth and hide and an assortment of deep red and bright yellow leaves, coated in a shiny layer of animation fluid. Beautifully barbaric in their own way, but paling in comparison to the masterful creations of those with magic or crafting ability. She would be utterly shocked if Ludo chose to honor her - and let’s be honest, he’s never honored an Ascended before. One for her mother. One for Margrethe. One for 108, Aedion, and Kristopher.
And one imaginary, fire-wreathed one for Edy.
