WESSEX
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” The budding grass muffles light footsteps as a winged - yes, winged - Wessex catches up to the Valkyrie with a little effort, having followed the occasionally glinting beacon of her golden hair in the sunlight. She pulls the wings in tight against her body to avoid hitting the flaring pine trees, but does not yet shed them. And so, wistful and warm, the Wraith reaches for Hotaru’s hand, drinking her in like a woman near death from dehydration.
All her recently risky moves suddenly seem quite foolish now. How had she done them? How, and why, had she disregarded that she might potentially not have come back to his? To Ru? Even though she knows the Valkyrie would understand, she knows she’s walked the tightrope between duty and love before and would have told her to do the same, still - still, in hindsight, Wessex calls herself an idiot.
“Gods, I’ve missed you,” she murmurs quietly, now all serious worry lines and heavy thoughts. Slowly, gently, leaving plenty of room for a pause, she pulls Ru towards her, aiming to wrap her up gently with an arm snaked around her waist, and another tilting her chin up for a kiss.
All her recently risky moves suddenly seem quite foolish now. How had she done them? How, and why, had she disregarded that she might potentially not have come back to his? To Ru? Even though she knows the Valkyrie would understand, she knows she’s walked the tightrope between duty and love before and would have told her to do the same, still - still, in hindsight, Wessex calls herself an idiot.
“Gods, I’ve missed you,” she murmurs quietly, now all serious worry lines and heavy thoughts. Slowly, gently, leaving plenty of room for a pause, she pulls Ru towards her, aiming to wrap her up gently with an arm snaked around her waist, and another tilting her chin up for a kiss.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
