maybe rage will lift me up

Rage, maybe rage would lift me up

He could hear the sigh as he dove down once more, only regaled with the edges of disappointment as he lunged; another notion, semblance, and plan unfulfilled currently. There were always machinations running and rambling afoot, and despite the level of calculations mustered, there was also rampant opportunity for them to go astray. For the world to conjure something else in the meantime. The Fae looking, hunting, for one of their own gave him some manner of pause, clutching onto the fish in between fangs and outlines of rapid movement, machinating in his silence. It seemed like a lot of talk about justice, without it actually occurring. Because for all the bluster and discourse, actions spoke far louder. Back and forth, forth and back, until something was tipped in the others’ favor. But for how long?

The Sword managed a loud snort, the barest form of a chuckle, through the bond at the mention of Wessex. He’d warned Juniper that the Ascended Queen wouldn’t go down so easily, nor play into their hands. It wasn’t the Wraith’s way. That she’d defend the other conspirators and participants left didn’t surprise him either; a long, hard road ahead for the Fae. He had respect for their intentions, for their drive, but how it’d come about was a difficult nuance to follow. Agreed. We will just have to wait and see. Maybe something. Maybe nothing. Maybe there’d be another occurrence well before then, and it’d be strife and politics placed on the backburner.

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