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Whatever dance Amun is doing, Wessex likes it. Even if he looks like a fucking idiot - which he doesn’t, no - she can see the praises he evokes with each sway and thrust and wriggle, and surely the Voie will too. In fact, it’s probably a good idea to dance with him, because she needs to keep their Lady on her side. And she was acting a little weird at their last meeting.
So the Wraith joins him, dancing naked under the moon, fluffy bits and not so wobbly bits and all. It takes a while before she wants to stop - and even then it’s not because she’s breathless, or tired, or anything likek that. It’s because she’s just had the best idea. Or second best, depending on if you consider the gift her best idea or not. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey, Amun. Hey. I did the... the thing right?” She mines putting a crown on her head.
“You wanna help me? Please? Be my ‘visor.”
So the Wraith joins him, dancing naked under the moon, fluffy bits and not so wobbly bits and all. It takes a while before she wants to stop - and even then it’s not because she’s breathless, or tired, or anything likek that. It’s because she’s just had the best idea. Or second best, depending on if you consider the gift her best idea or not. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey, Amun. Hey. I did the... the thing right?” She mines putting a crown on her head.
“You wanna help me? Please? Be my ‘visor.”
WESSEX
