we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Dry though his tone may be, Wessex doubles down. “Oh yeah. Gotta purge allllll the bad shit before the Festival of Light.” It suddenly occurs to her that she hasn’t heard of any preparations for the Festival. “If we’re even having it this year.” It’s an afterthought. The Grounds won’t host it. It wouldn’t be appropriate. Fuck Safrin.
“You know that’s not a normal place to sleep,” quipping back at him with an arched brow, the Queen intends to quickly backtrack into something more PC until he mentions the war. Like that. Her brow stays raised, something steel-sharp flashing across her eyes. “Sounds like you have an opinion on something.” Gesturing in front of her, she gives Sah the stage.
“Do tell.”
“You know that’s not a normal place to sleep,” quipping back at him with an arched brow, the Queen intends to quickly backtrack into something more PC until he mentions the war. Like that. Her brow stays raised, something steel-sharp flashing across her eyes. “Sounds like you have an opinion on something.” Gesturing in front of her, she gives Sah the stage.
“Do tell.”
WESSEX
