WESSEX
I know -
I heard -
She doesn’t -
Everything, everything seems to catch in her throat. A physical impossibility, of course, even more so with the lack of inhaling and exhaling.Where to start, how to ease into it? Can it even be eased into? No, of course not, Gods, she isn’t cut out for this aftermath shit, she isn’t -
Remembering what it felt like when Magrethe had died - like someone had ripped half her heart out and cut open her ribcage, stealing the breath and blood from inside her lungs. Just a sister. Not a twin. Expected, not a surprise. Mabel had seen death, but the sicknesses here linger. One can prepare.
Mabel had just missed her. A few days earlier and…
If this hesitation isn’t a clue to the Wraith’s inevitable answer, nothing will be.
“You don’t need to ask the Voice,” she starts with a shake of her head. Obviously that’s why she’s here. “Or you can, if you want. I’m sure She would like to see you. Evelyn is with her. I don’t - I don’t know exactly what happened. She was murdered. Found with a slashed neck.” Wessex tries not to take her eyes off Mabel, tries to make herself more open and who knows, not so much a demigod or a Queen.
“The Voice said she didn’t know her attacker. But I have what he looked like.” Not that it’ll help. Not really.
I heard -
She doesn’t -
Everything, everything seems to catch in her throat. A physical impossibility, of course, even more so with the lack of inhaling and exhaling.Where to start, how to ease into it? Can it even be eased into? No, of course not, Gods, she isn’t cut out for this aftermath shit, she isn’t -
Remembering what it felt like when Magrethe had died - like someone had ripped half her heart out and cut open her ribcage, stealing the breath and blood from inside her lungs. Just a sister. Not a twin. Expected, not a surprise. Mabel had seen death, but the sicknesses here linger. One can prepare.
Mabel had just missed her. A few days earlier and…
If this hesitation isn’t a clue to the Wraith’s inevitable answer, nothing will be.
“You don’t need to ask the Voice,” she starts with a shake of her head. Obviously that’s why she’s here. “Or you can, if you want. I’m sure She would like to see you. Evelyn is with her. I don’t - I don’t know exactly what happened. She was murdered. Found with a slashed neck.” Wessex tries not to take her eyes off Mabel, tries to make herself more open and who knows, not so much a demigod or a Queen.
“The Voice said she didn’t know her attacker. But I have what he looked like.” Not that it’ll help. Not really.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
