you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
No, Seren’s right - this particular person has a very difficult time with rules. One could even say she’s shit at following the ones she doesn’t like, cherry-picking when it pleases her. It’s something the young lady’s fathers would probably disapprove of.
Her gaze lifts out to the horizon, where the walter calms a bit and is left for different shades of blue and grey. For a moment she doesn’t seem to register the wind or spray or anything other than the vast beyondness that is… well, beyond what human or machine eyes can see. The girl’s voice registers, though it takes a moment for her to turn and see exactly who is speaking to her. The first thought is that it’s odd that there’s a little girl out, when she didn’t see any other people - the second thought, when she spots the kid’s face - is what is she doing in that yard?
Tilting her head a bit, Wessex puts a hand on her brow to shade her eyes (needless, but still a habit). “Thanks, but I’m fine.” Taking a few steps forward, the demigoddess is caught between a respect for the privacy of Remi and Ronin and a conflict in what she knows. Aoife is dead. What is a girl-child doing at their house? An assistant’s kid, maybe? “Hi. Who’re you”
Her gaze lifts out to the horizon, where the walter calms a bit and is left for different shades of blue and grey. For a moment she doesn’t seem to register the wind or spray or anything other than the vast beyondness that is… well, beyond what human or machine eyes can see. The girl’s voice registers, though it takes a moment for her to turn and see exactly who is speaking to her. The first thought is that it’s odd that there’s a little girl out, when she didn’t see any other people - the second thought, when she spots the kid’s face - is what is she doing in that yard?
Tilting her head a bit, Wessex puts a hand on her brow to shade her eyes (needless, but still a habit). “Thanks, but I’m fine.” Taking a few steps forward, the demigoddess is caught between a respect for the privacy of Remi and Ronin and a conflict in what she knows. Aoife is dead. What is a girl-child doing at their house? An assistant’s kid, maybe? “Hi. Who’re you”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
