dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
The irony of this situation isn’t lost on Wessex, nor is the look of contempt that Delah seems to have a fathomless reserve of, all for the Grounders, but especially for Wessex. Wouldn’t the Ascended just love to get some iron on that woman’s skin and…
She waits until the chief and her warriors disappear back into the greenery, before she slowly rounds on Loren and fixes him with a scathingly disappointed look. There are no words for him, not yet, not even as she makes a small gesture for him to follow and then begins to walk quickly back towards the Settlement. He’ll have to keep up in order to keep the conversation going. “I assume you’re unharmed?” she asks tersely, looking straight ahead. It isn’t in the Fae’s MO to hurt their captives, not physically at least. And to their credit, they didn’t even try to touch Wessex, for all they think her an abomination.
She’s been in the pit, she knows what it’s like. Solitary, yes - but far from torturous.
She waits until the chief and her warriors disappear back into the greenery, before she slowly rounds on Loren and fixes him with a scathingly disappointed look. There are no words for him, not yet, not even as she makes a small gesture for him to follow and then begins to walk quickly back towards the Settlement. He’ll have to keep up in order to keep the conversation going. “I assume you’re unharmed?” she asks tersely, looking straight ahead. It isn’t in the Fae’s MO to hurt their captives, not physically at least. And to their credit, they didn’t even try to touch Wessex, for all they think her an abomination.
She’s been in the pit, she knows what it’s like. Solitary, yes - but far from torturous.
