WESSEX
the wraith
If the indignity of being backed up against the wall by a girl isn’t enough, Wessex finds herself having to cover her face with her arms in order to avoid the stoning the angry hornet is trying to deliver. And really, that is quite enough. The Queen’s patience for her blighted mentee suddenly evaporates, her fangs slipping out in both frustration and anger. Is it not enough that she’s here, trying to coax the young woman out of the dangerous winter weather, is it not enough that she’s endured rage from every angle, is it not enough that she takes it, and offers nothing in retaliation? Oh, but we hurt those we love the most, and whether she wants to admit it or not, Melita’s actions cut her and she cannot - will not - take them any more.
And so any warning the redhead gives goes unheeded, cast to the wind that would bring chills to anyone’s skin and yet the two of them stand there and take no notice of it. Something tells Wessex that she needs to try and get Melita to touch the rose, to hold it, but not destroy it, and her own tighten around the fragile stem. Wessex growls back, slipping her lips back to show her teeth in a very predatory, animalistic way of showing dominance. She will make the little firebrand listen if she has to. Her eyes narrow as squats to put Fangorn down, and then stands back up again.
“No.” Defiance. She’s done apologizing. It’s time to fight back. “Touch it nicely and then I’ll take it away.”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
