[SWE] The Festival of Fiat Lux!

WESSEX

the wraith

As Amun throws an arm around her shoulders, she turns to give him a little side-eye. “And if I’m feeling a man?” she asks bluntly, before deliberately turning to survey the crowd. It’s a somewhat dour expression, as her arms cross and she mentally rules people out - for various reasons, all unknown to her brother-in-arms. “I’m not quite so easy to shop for,” she says with a bitter chuckle. Either she rejects them or they reject her. And after some twenty-two years of fucking around the Grounds, she’s worn gone through most of the then-eligible or now-eligible men. They don’t like her, either for what she’s done in the past or because she isn’t pretty and feminine.

And those who are strong enough and rough enough and masculine enough to draw her attention are rarely good people. She has to watch her back when spending a night with them.

Not that it’s ever stopped her before, but… sometimes she just wants something easy.

she's pullin' the trigger

cause it's me and the moon, she says

and i have no trouble with that