WESSEX
the wraith
Flooded with electricity, everything about Wessex seems to reawaken; like a battery recharging, she can feel parts of her grow stronger, the fog lift from her head, and limbs grow less leaden. Proud, she hears, and smiles. Yes. She’s proud of her companions, too.’Even you, Sam,’ she thinks towards the Ascended man. Pushing herself back up, the Wraith comes to a sitting position and exhales needlessly, purely for the emotional release. That was… harder than she thought it would be. Her gifts have served her well. Looking at Rex with a smile, the Queen reaches out for her sister’s hand and pats it in a ‘well done’ kind of gesture - thinking the words instead of saying them, not knowing that they will now be able to hear her, and better yet, respond.
At least the woman has enough sense to ask a question before their very busy Goddess disappears on them again. And it’s a good one. She knows she’ll have to deal with the consequences of this later. She knows this will be a whole incident.
It might cost her her crown.
But in theory, it has given them the world.
It had better be worth it.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
