into the frying pan

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 “And only those worthy of becoming brighter can overcome that fear?” Wessex returns, a slip of a smile on her lips. Fear masquerades as courage; the greater threat overwhelming and pushing one to act, regardless of the lesser fear. Fear of the oncoming soldiers trumps fear of deep water, fear of starvation causes us to try crazy new food combinations. Fear of death pushed her onward, into the completely terrifying unknown. Zariah pushed Rex. Love, theoretically, pushed her newest brother, but that, too, is a sort of fear of losing someone. Fear of not being remembered, she can assume for Bastien - or something like that. The sound of her Lady’s name wraps itself around her head and heart, that peculiar lilt finding an immediate home in her soul. It rings as bright as the electricity which runs through this place. “Lleisi…” she tries to repeat, botching the intonation a bit, but perhaps it’s the effort and the thought that counts. The gratitude and love for that kind of information is apparent on the Queen’s face. Her name is safe with Wessex. It’s the demi-god’s own little secret, something not even her siblings could drag from her - and oh, they could drag a lot when it was in their best interest to know. Bowing her head in thanks, The Wraith signals the end of her questions in silence, watching for the last bit of her’s Goddess’ presence before it undoubtedly fades away. {finished for W!}