WESSEX
the wraith
Wessex snorts softly. “If you think either the Voice or myself are going to let you die any time soon, you’re dumber than I thought.” Shaking her head in dismay, she sits back against her wall of the hole and makes herself as small as possible to give him room to move. Another shake of her head indicates that she doesn’t need him for anything and he is free to go. Once he exits his hiding spot, she follows, feeling rather foolish for the whole ‘capture the sun’ thing. Oh well. No one’s perfect. {Fin!}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that