I write sins, not tragedies
Deimos’s letter arrives and in the moments after reading it, she thinks she understands Edy a little bit better now; the urge to use the piece of paper as a rag lurks in the back of her head, but alas, she doesn’t need to shit anymore so there goes that utterly satisfying, secret fuck you.
She burns it instead, casually tossing the note into one of Daphne’s fires.
The time of the request passes and he does not show.
After waiting for far longer than she should have, Wessex abruptly rises and calls for Loki, ready to stretch her legs and put this foolishness, this additional slight out of her mind. Dragon and her mini-dragon-adorned companion leave Theskyra House for the fresh Flowerbirth air, taking a winding path through the Settlement towards the Ruins.
It’s only through happenstance that she’s passing by the husk of the old Barracks and she sees the former General, staring at it, hands in pockets, as if he - what - might bring it back to life? Burn it all over again. Wessex pauses and crosses her bare arms over her chest, silent while Loki screeches her desire to keep going overhead.
She burns it instead, casually tossing the note into one of Daphne’s fires.
The time of the request passes and he does not show.
After waiting for far longer than she should have, Wessex abruptly rises and calls for Loki, ready to stretch her legs and put this foolishness, this additional slight out of her mind. Dragon and her mini-dragon-adorned companion leave Theskyra House for the fresh Flowerbirth air, taking a winding path through the Settlement towards the Ruins.
It’s only through happenstance that she’s passing by the husk of the old Barracks and she sees the former General, staring at it, hands in pockets, as if he - what - might bring it back to life? Burn it all over again. Wessex pauses and crosses her bare arms over her chest, silent while Loki screeches her desire to keep going overhead.
WESSEX
