“Luckily I don’t have to worry about non-Ascended feelings anymore,” she responds with the tiniest of wicked grins. “And Rex is far more forgiving,” an impetuous response, to be sure, but true and ultimately part of the reason she’s happy to be out of the ruling business. “No, it was a good idea. I’m not sure anyone outside our team believed it, but it was an excellent pro-active move.” And it had proven to be true, the Old Gods’ supporters harping on the possibility of the blight spreading, when they’d told them that little glitch had been fixed. They’d cut that argument out from beneath their naysayers, leaving the ‘portal guardians’ with little to stand on.
A finger traces the grain of the table as she listens to Sam continue on. “They’re bullies. And hypocrites.” Wessex is no saint either, since we’re on the topic, but at least she doesn’t target her weakest ideological opponent and try to batter them down. “If they continue to come at you, you can always send them my way. Not that you can’t handle yourself, but maybe a taste of their own medicine will do them good.” After all, there’s a reason those two individuals don’t come after Rex or herself or Amun or Nate. And it’s shitty and unfair.
They’ll all likely have a shit ton of regrets by the time this - whatever this is - is all said and done.
Giving Sam a look and a little shrug, she exhales needlessly. “So. Where would you like to begin with this?” He's the writer. She's just the person to bounce ideas off of and maybe edit a few things. Make sure it's well rounded. That sort of thing.
A finger traces the grain of the table as she listens to Sam continue on. “They’re bullies. And hypocrites.” Wessex is no saint either, since we’re on the topic, but at least she doesn’t target her weakest ideological opponent and try to batter them down. “If they continue to come at you, you can always send them my way. Not that you can’t handle yourself, but maybe a taste of their own medicine will do them good.” After all, there’s a reason those two individuals don’t come after Rex or herself or Amun or Nate. And it’s shitty and unfair.
They’ll all likely have a shit ton of regrets by the time this - whatever this is - is all said and done.
Giving Sam a look and a little shrug, she exhales needlessly. “So. Where would you like to begin with this?” He's the writer. She's just the person to bounce ideas off of and maybe edit a few things. Make sure it's well rounded. That sort of thing.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
