WESSEX
the wraith
Lowering herself to kneel by the bed’s side, Wessex reaches for her sister’s hand, cupping her fingers in her palm and running her thumb tenderly over Rex’s knuckles. Bastien’s question about Sam only makes it worse, so she brings her other hand up on the edge of the mattress and props her weary head up. Almost as if she and Rex and Bastien were having a normal conversation. “Sam doesn’t think,” she begins. “He’s so desperate for approval from certain people that he just does whatever they ask and he doesn’t stop to think about the consequences. Especially if it’s presented in a way that makes sense to him.” She shrugs. “Don’t know what he was thinking. Giving anything of ours to a follower of the Old Gods is asking for trouble.”
Wessex truly believes there’s no telling how they’ll use it. “I’m going to tell the family soon. Do you want to pass anything on?”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
