WESSEX
“Likewise,” she mock-grumbles back, making a disgruntled face, but inwardly quite pleased at every millimeter of progress she seems to make. “We could threaten each other at the end of this talk, you know. If it helps.” They could go back to their respective constituencies and say they’ve done their duty, whatever that perceived duty may be. Although she isn’t about to spill the beans now that the time to do so has passed (and she can’t be sure where he stands on Sam right now - it isn’t her place to potentially put the Alchemist between them), she can’t but feel a little flare of resentment. That quickly disappears when she bursts out laughing at the suggestion of the luxere shift. If he’s suggesting that she bite Ronin, it’s gone over her head because Wessex thinks he’s talking about permanently.
And it makes her almost howl, a ridiculous scenario playing out in her head.
“Can you imagine? The two of us with matching luxere shifts if this all goes down. On the battlefield and then everyone gets confused about who is who? And we’re just staring at each other like what the fuck?” The laughter simmers down to a chuckle by the end of it, but the Wraith has been thoroughly amused.
She does, of course, have her own arsenal of potentially LongNight appropriate tactics.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
