WESSEX
the wraith
The girl leaves her no choice, then: pushed to her limit, having given all the warning she can, the Wraith removes her emotions from the situation and becomes the weapon she was and is. As Melita crouches down as well, beginning to gather more rocks, Wessex shoots a biopulse her way, intending to disorient the redhead, to make her forget about her missiles and think about her body. Distract her enough to make a move. Whether or not it works, Wessex doesn’t know - she never does unless her targets react - but she doesn’t hesitate to rush forward anyway, trying to ensnare the firebrand in her arms. Cloak akimbo, she tries to throw it over Melita, to confuse her, to twist her up, and in the melee, thrust the flower into her hands. If this doesn’t work, the Queen will go and leave the blighted to her hissing and mumbling ministrations. But she has to try, she has to show Melita the literally, physically tough love that screams in their shared language, I care about you.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
