It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
To her credit, Wessex is learning the virtues of biting her tongue; though it does not figuratively bleed, the Wraith wishes she had known Aurelia earlier, that she might have tried to steer her towards the Voice. Despite how manipulative that sounds -
She drains the rest of the glass, which is really nothing more than a small sip, and makes it obvious that she is listening and doing her best not to judge. There is irony in the Outlander thinking Safrin represents life, for all the death she’s caused and wrought and will bring upon Wessex’s people. And the small, insignificance is no surprise either, because Gods forbid an Abandoned ever be recognized for the power they wield.
“Well…” Wessex exhales, once Aurelia tries to make her position clear. “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think you could sit here and talk with me like this if you were going to choose a side, but then -” she shrugs, knowing full well that there will be people who will do that. People closer than Aurelia. People who’s knives will stick in her spine and she will want to die, but be unable to.
“Anything is possible.” Aurelia could do a lot of damage to her family. She could also - not. “Including bridging the gap.” Offering a fanged smile, the Wraith takes a look at the Torcher’s glass. “Another?”
She drains the rest of the glass, which is really nothing more than a small sip, and makes it obvious that she is listening and doing her best not to judge. There is irony in the Outlander thinking Safrin represents life, for all the death she’s caused and wrought and will bring upon Wessex’s people. And the small, insignificance is no surprise either, because Gods forbid an Abandoned ever be recognized for the power they wield.
“Well…” Wessex exhales, once Aurelia tries to make her position clear. “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think you could sit here and talk with me like this if you were going to choose a side, but then -” she shrugs, knowing full well that there will be people who will do that. People closer than Aurelia. People who’s knives will stick in her spine and she will want to die, but be unable to.
“Anything is possible.” Aurelia could do a lot of damage to her family. She could also - not. “Including bridging the gap.” Offering a fanged smile, the Wraith takes a look at the Torcher’s glass. “Another?”
