WESSEX
the wraith
It seems Wessex has made a critical error. Loren. “Have I said anything about harming them?” She challenges back lightly, crossing her hands over her chest and standing her ground. An eyebrow raises, fixing the Launceleyn with a cold stare. Fuck his face. “I have more to worry about than children, Loren. I have a thousand other people to care for.”
And here is the crux of the problem - that the man does not consider other perspectives. He acts. He says. He feels. He assumes.
“Do you know how hard it is to control kids during LongNight? Let alone three energetic boys? Have you considered that Phoebe may not be able to handle it - that perhaps Remi and Ronin and Amalia and whomever else goes to the Guildhall might be better suited to keeping them calm and quiet? I know I’m not. Will Jace and Beatrix be with you? Can you control them?” The question is pointed, harsh, and and meant to hurt. Top put him in his place. If he can’t control his own relatives, what would they do with three more? “The amount of magic in that Guildhall should be enough to keep them thoroughly occupied.”
She collects the map and turns to the walls, looking for the best place to put such a beautiful specimen. It should be in full view, but easy to take down when needed. Hmmm…. With her back to Loren, Wessex makes a final couple of comments.
“Since you clearly don’t trust me, trust in Remi and Ronin.” He seemed to favor the Outlanders anyway, questioning the Natural Queen at every turn whilst the King gets blind faith. She sees how it is. Oh, she sees how it is.
“And I’m putting you in charge of Roana, because you’re so morally concerned about my musings on what to do, rather than the morality of someone who's perfectly willing to kill a whole race of people." She had never said she was going to put Roana in the prison. Just thought about it aloud in an effort to talk through the complicated nature of it. So his concern is premature and accusatory - again. If only that concern extended to the Ascended. "So. Now you can make all the decisions. And you can be personally responsible if something goes wrong.” Turning around, Wessex smiles sweetly at the Launceleyn. He asked for it, more, or less.
And look! She’s delegating!
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
