I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Increasingly aware of the the microtensions in Amun, Wessex does not budge from her seat atop his hips. Pursing her lips as he demands to know if she’s done, the blonde finally shakes her head. “Nope.” But not in the way he might think. Giving him a look of concern, the Wraith dives right in. “What’s going on? You’ve had a dark look the past five times I’ve seen you. Is it all about Maea? Or is it something else?” She probably isn’t the best person to come to if he’s still upset about Maea, but she can do her best to listen and not retort like last time. And if it’s something else like their family, maybe they can plot petty revenge.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
