dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
So being a dick is something you need to answer for, but overstepping emotional and physical boundaries and lacking a spine isn’t? Wessex just wants to get the lay of the land here, wants to know by which standards an utter stranger will judge her by.
Clearly it isn’t the mettle of her actions now. It isn’t the toiling, tireless, thankless tasks she’s been at for two seasons, trying to repair the damage his relative did.
No, it’s by a think he’s only heard about. A thing he knows nothing about.
Her lip curls, disdain almost as powerful as Delah’s dripping like venom from her fangs. “Cute. Convenient redirection. If I answer, I give you the power by justifying past actions, and if I don’t you take it as a sign that I’m not to be trusted, despite the fact that you’re the one who’s just broken laws.” Endear, endear endear rings like an alarm through her head, doing absolutely nothing to temper the desire to run her talons through this child standing before her.
“Roana wants to kill a whole race of people. My people. She tell you that too?” Wessex challenges back. It’s not justification, because what the Outlander is talking about happened once. And was never talked of again. It happened with the Old Wessex, who was angry. Who took advantage of an opportunity. Who would never have gone through with it, but that’s the power of threats, isn’t it? With some, you never know if they’re bluffing or not.
The Queen grows quiet and still - ethereally so. Doing the thing she hates herself for doing. Because if Roana is using it as justification for something, then she needs to stop it in it’s path. “I did. Over a year ago. When everyone was portalling in. Right before I died. And you know what? Dying changes a person. If you’re going to forget I gave my word, or negate everything I’ve been doing since becoming Queen, then you can take your fealty elsewhere.”
She did tell Loren she was only going to say it once. Wessex doesn’t hurt children.
He could have asked her - privately, under different circumstances, as less than an accusation. But this? This wasn't the place or the time to do it.
Clearly it isn’t the mettle of her actions now. It isn’t the toiling, tireless, thankless tasks she’s been at for two seasons, trying to repair the damage his relative did.
No, it’s by a think he’s only heard about. A thing he knows nothing about.
Her lip curls, disdain almost as powerful as Delah’s dripping like venom from her fangs. “Cute. Convenient redirection. If I answer, I give you the power by justifying past actions, and if I don’t you take it as a sign that I’m not to be trusted, despite the fact that you’re the one who’s just broken laws.” Endear, endear endear rings like an alarm through her head, doing absolutely nothing to temper the desire to run her talons through this child standing before her.
“Roana wants to kill a whole race of people. My people. She tell you that too?” Wessex challenges back. It’s not justification, because what the Outlander is talking about happened once. And was never talked of again. It happened with the Old Wessex, who was angry. Who took advantage of an opportunity. Who would never have gone through with it, but that’s the power of threats, isn’t it? With some, you never know if they’re bluffing or not.
The Queen grows quiet and still - ethereally so. Doing the thing she hates herself for doing. Because if Roana is using it as justification for something, then she needs to stop it in it’s path. “I did. Over a year ago. When everyone was portalling in. Right before I died. And you know what? Dying changes a person. If you’re going to forget I gave my word, or negate everything I’ve been doing since becoming Queen, then you can take your fealty elsewhere.”
She did tell Loren she was only going to say it once. Wessex doesn’t hurt children.
He could have asked her - privately, under different circumstances, as less than an accusation. But this? This wasn't the place or the time to do it.
