I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
As her plan and momentum work and she ends up on top of a limp Amun, Wessex takes another couple of beats before she relaxes as well. After all, this wasn’t about beating him up, or winning, even. It was about the darkness and anger inside him - and maybe, just maybe pushing him to try something that might ‘hurt’ her. Sitting back astride his hips (ha, they’ve been here before haven't they?), she sheaths anything sharp, crosses her arms and looks down at Amun with a mix of concern and questioning. “Alright. Want to reset and keep going or are you done?" Meaning that she'll give him more of an outlet if he needs it, but if not, she's got some questions for him.
Caring ones. Even the Wraith knows when it's time to shift gears.
Caring ones. Even the Wraith knows when it's time to shift gears.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX