What can the Wraith possibly say to that? False modesty doesn’t become her, they both know that, so really, the only true-to-Wessex thing she can do is fully turn her had to look at him, offer a small, grateful smile, and then act like that moment of softness never happened. Princess it is, then, she says in acceptance. Maybe he’d taken Clem’s words to heart. They’re family. They’ll stick together. And she’ll make sure no one but herself stabs Amun... unless he’s in to that kind of thing (look, she doesn’t judge).
Rolling her eyes at his whistling, she nonetheless remains quiet, observing until she comes to a decision. Subtle charm offensive. Chuckling to herself, Wessex stops at a bigger buildling that seems to imply that it serves alcohol and food and may be a gathering place. Can you do subtle? As they step into the dark interior, their eyes will need no time to adjust in order to see everyone in the place looking at them and a gruff voice growls out, “You lost?”
Rolling her eyes at his whistling, she nonetheless remains quiet, observing until she comes to a decision. Subtle charm offensive. Chuckling to herself, Wessex stops at a bigger buildling that seems to imply that it serves alcohol and food and may be a gathering place. Can you do subtle? As they step into the dark interior, their eyes will need no time to adjust in order to see everyone in the place looking at them and a gruff voice growls out, “You lost?”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
