you're holy to me

WESSEX

the wraith

Wessex would love nothing more than to snuff out the other Launceleyn’s light as well, a small, smug smile slipping out when their Lady admits to using Zariah as a distraction and a test subject. “I hope she froze to death,” Wessex mutters pettily to Rex, so not above sharing her disdain of the former tyrant in the Voice’s presence.

Their first real steps. Got it. Wessex pushes herself to her feet and though she has no need to stretch stiff joints and achey limbs, she does so in a minor fashion anyway, just because the motions are familiar. Back in to the fray they go, back in to the real world, back to LongNight preparations. She looks disheveled. Dirty. Like she’s been through the wringer and came out the other end, but there are no lasting marks on her. She’s down a couple of weapons, but those can always be replaced. In fact, if anything else, she feels stronger than she did when they went to the tree.

“Let’s keep this under wraps, shall we?” the Wraith asks more or less demands of her companions. “If you must tell, choose wisely. I don’t want the self-righteous making a stink before we’re ready to handle it.” Not to mention they have other things to worry about in the very short time before LongNight. Turning to the hologram of their goddess, Wessex bows slightly to the image and sends her a warm thought of thanks and affection. “Thank you, Lady. Until then.”

she's pullin' the trigger

cause it's me and the moon, she says

and i have no trouble with that