dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Well she’s not trying to instill the fear of God in him, or beat him down, or try to manipulate him, so it makes sense that her look can’t compare to the rest of the shitty people in the Launceleyn man’s past. Wessex does not, however, glance back. If he’s fine then he’s fine, and he’s a big boy and can speak up if he isn’t. The fact that she even has to do this reconfirms the fact that they’re not friends. This is a working relationship - even if he’s pledged his loyalty to her.
It takes another couple of minutes, but the Queen eventually stops and turns to face Loren. She is all steel and ice, Deepfrost brought to life in cold, blue eyes and pale skin, with nothing of the warmth she’s been trying to cultivate. This is old Wessex. “You’re going to tell me two things: First, what happened? Second, what the fuck were you thinking?”
It takes another couple of minutes, but the Queen eventually stops and turns to face Loren. She is all steel and ice, Deepfrost brought to life in cold, blue eyes and pale skin, with nothing of the warmth she’s been trying to cultivate. This is old Wessex. “You’re going to tell me two things: First, what happened? Second, what the fuck were you thinking?”
