empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
They ask some very good questions, ones Wessex hadn’t really thought of herself. “Made? Yes…” Slowing down, she looks very thoughtful for a moment and then takes a needless breath. “But even I didn’t know how special you were until I saw you as a toddler.” Until like recognized like. Until she knew and could see the light in them. “They may not realize that you weren’t made like the rest of us were made. And I’m not about to tell them.” Someone else might, either on purpose or by accident, but the General is quite dedicated to keeping some things about the Ascended secret.
And that, apparently, now includes that Azrael is more than they seem to be.
The mention of Aamu sends a little pang through her. The fair-haired man had been an interesting character and one she wished she’d gotten to know more - he seemed like he might hold some answers for her about the Theskyras of old, so she can’t help the wistful tone that creeps in. “He’s right, of course. It can be overwhelming. It can be intimate. But it can also be… none of those things. It can be a tool. A means to an end. A way to help. Our Lady makes it nice, but not so overwhelming as to be limiting.”
Her gaze turns straight ahead, and as Wessex looks into a darkness that is as clear as day for them, she offers up a solution to their fears. “If you wanted a way to keep yourself safe, I would give you my teleportation. If something were to happen, you could leave the situation and go anywhere you’ve already been.” And yes, it might be weird and awkward drinking from Wessex, but the Wraith is nothing but pragmatic when it comes to these kinds of things. She likes to think Azrael could be, too.
And that, apparently, now includes that Azrael is more than they seem to be.
The mention of Aamu sends a little pang through her. The fair-haired man had been an interesting character and one she wished she’d gotten to know more - he seemed like he might hold some answers for her about the Theskyras of old, so she can’t help the wistful tone that creeps in. “He’s right, of course. It can be overwhelming. It can be intimate. But it can also be… none of those things. It can be a tool. A means to an end. A way to help. Our Lady makes it nice, but not so overwhelming as to be limiting.”
Her gaze turns straight ahead, and as Wessex looks into a darkness that is as clear as day for them, she offers up a solution to their fears. “If you wanted a way to keep yourself safe, I would give you my teleportation. If something were to happen, you could leave the situation and go anywhere you’ve already been.” And yes, it might be weird and awkward drinking from Wessex, but the Wraith is nothing but pragmatic when it comes to these kinds of things. She likes to think Azrael could be, too.
WESSEX
