you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
There’s a lingering anger and a lingering guilt, mixing together in what would surely cause heartburn if she’d had the capability for acid reflux anymore. So instead of physical and mental discomfort, it’s just the latter, sitting there, saying fuck you, to certain people over and over again.
The only thing that disaster had prompted was the ability to heal herself. Which doesn’t help Amalia right now. Neither does half-moping around, but even demi-god Wraiths have their bad days. It would be good to have some sort of distraction
The sight of the big man staring up at leaves is peculiar; Wessex slowly comes to a stop in the middle of her meanders, arms crossing over her chest in more of a hugging manner than anything else. Watching him for a moment, she cannot help but take in the bag he carries and the resolute expression on his face. Why? What interest do the boughs hold for him that the infirmary does not? “Hey Deimos,” she says quietly, an unspoken question in the jut her head as she indicates the greenery above him.
The only thing that disaster had prompted was the ability to heal herself. Which doesn’t help Amalia right now. Neither does half-moping around, but even demi-god Wraiths have their bad days. It would be good to have some sort of distraction
The sight of the big man staring up at leaves is peculiar; Wessex slowly comes to a stop in the middle of her meanders, arms crossing over her chest in more of a hugging manner than anything else. Watching him for a moment, she cannot help but take in the bag he carries and the resolute expression on his face. Why? What interest do the boughs hold for him that the infirmary does not? “Hey Deimos,” she says quietly, an unspoken question in the jut her head as she indicates the greenery above him.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
