we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
His physical gesture seems to rouse her out of her melancholy, at least momentarily and she veers a bit towards him to ‘tap’ him back. She isn’t ready to let the other shit go, by any means, but she can try to shift her focus in the here and now.
Humming a quiet acquiescence, Wessex appreciates his caveat and tries to see the parallels between the two situations. Freedom is worth the fight, she says. I’d rather die than go back in a cage. And she has to laugh at it, because from where she flies, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Which might happen. Who knows. But if there can be peace from it, it’ll be worth it. Resignation to the truth seeps towards Sunjata as she suddenly pulls up and presses her wings against her body, angling into a tight dive.
Race you back?”
Humming a quiet acquiescence, Wessex appreciates his caveat and tries to see the parallels between the two situations. Freedom is worth the fight, she says. I’d rather die than go back in a cage. And she has to laugh at it, because from where she flies, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Which might happen. Who knows. But if there can be peace from it, it’ll be worth it. Resignation to the truth seeps towards Sunjata as she suddenly pulls up and presses her wings against her body, angling into a tight dive.
Race you back?”
WESSEX
