comeuppance

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster There is some delight in doing the unexpected; in knowing that there is often more power and fear in staying quiet and tightly coiled rather than raising her voice and making a big show of things. She feels like a tigress stalking her prey, like a dark angel, like a furious, vengeful Wraith. “And do you know the extent of the damage you’ve done?” Wessex hisses at him, each word precise and sharp. Trying to maneuver herself into a position to block the stairs and the way out, she eventually stops advancing on Sam, wherever he may be. “The damage you do," she corrects herself, "because you don’t think and you can’t keep your mouth shut?” The many ways Samuel Wordsworth has hurt the Ascended, despite being one of them, is numerous and ongoing. Wessex’s kept an ongoing tally, weighed her brother, and found him wanting in a way that their gracious, generous Mother never would. Sam isn’t bright. He’s an idiot. And he either needs to change or be put down.