Azrael
They’re running a bit late for the meeting, but they arrive quickly – darting through the streets until they meld into the crowd that’s formed – sneaking through it all until they reach Bastien’s side – honeyed gaze lifting to find Wessex where she stands. And there’s a lot of information – some that they had missed but that they’d try to figure out through the context of everything else. Their father rumbles, mentions of threats and food and drink and shortages, their brows furrowing together as they consider what might be the cause of it.
They don’t really have anything to offer other than their help, and they flash Wessex a wide fanged smile from where they stand beside their father. “I want to help with whatever we decide to do.” They turn their attention to Bastien, almost as if asking if it were okay that they offer it. Regardless, their gaze ends up finding Wessex again.
They don’t really have anything to offer other than their help, and they flash Wessex a wide fanged smile from where they stand beside their father. “I want to help with whatever we decide to do.” They turn their attention to Bastien, almost as if asking if it were okay that they offer it. Regardless, their gaze ends up finding Wessex again.
mind over matter
