WESSEX
At some point, Wessex became aware of someone on the banks. It didn’t bother her because she knew that a.) if they were going to attack, they probably would have done so while she was in the water and b.) she has the occasional exhibitionist tendency. They knew the person swimming was naked and they stuck around anyway, which means that they’re intrigued. At this point in her life, a body is a body. It's the bite that counts. Her eyes glance towards the pale young woman in her nightie and sweater, seemingly innocent despite her words. Invigorating show? Ha.
"Depends on how you plan on thanking me." She shrugs. "Words are kinda worthless, personally." Lingering over her shirt on the ground, Wessex straightened up again and ever so slowly puts it on, stretching up until the offending piece of cloth slips back down over her head, shoulders, and then chest in a stupidly slow reverse-strip
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
