dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
It feels like an eternity before the day comes, when they’re all needed in the Temple – to protect and yet somehow manage to stay safe. But she feels better prepared than last year, the news of the Voice still fresh in her mind, the new chipset still there, unused, ready and lying in wait. She’s come prepared, she thinks, using her creation magic the last few weeks to make a few things just in case – to share and spread. Some knives, some daggers, - one dagger of which is elegantly designed with a moon on it, a gift for Bastien for when he arrives.
She ensures that she’s also created a special one for Clemente, telling him where they will be and how he could use this as an opportunity to meet Wessex as well. It’s swiftly approached, and now she makes her way there with a bag under arm and feeling as though she’s armed to the teeth, despite not even planning on leaving. She’s prepared. She’ll never be caught unprepared again. Still, she greets Wessex as she enters, a bright fanged smile and a nod, before setting her bag down just inside, standing opposite of Wessex on the doors entrance, to take up a mantel of preparedness in the hopes that it works.
She ensures that she’s also created a special one for Clemente, telling him where they will be and how he could use this as an opportunity to meet Wessex as well. It’s swiftly approached, and now she makes her way there with a bag under arm and feeling as though she’s armed to the teeth, despite not even planning on leaving. She’s prepared. She’ll never be caught unprepared again. Still, she greets Wessex as she enters, a bright fanged smile and a nod, before setting her bag down just inside, standing opposite of Wessex on the doors entrance, to take up a mantel of preparedness in the hopes that it works.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
