we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Yeaaaahhh, that might have hurt both of them if they could feel it, but Wessex had lifted her head to see who was tromping her way and when she saw it was Nate, she’d just… not done anything. At all. As a result, she looks mildly over at Nate and then gives a cheeky little wave with one hand once he looks back towards her.
“Where you headed?” she asks, still bemused. “That’s quite a purposeful walk you had going on.” Purposeful enough to not see her. At night. When they can see perfectly well in the dark. It’s clear Wessex doesn’t mind that he’s tripped over her, and also that she’s in a fairly good mood.
Sitting up, she draws her legs into a crossed position and circle her arms around them, looking at Nate with a slightly titled head and expectant expression.
“Where you headed?” she asks, still bemused. “That’s quite a purposeful walk you had going on.” Purposeful enough to not see her. At night. When they can see perfectly well in the dark. It’s clear Wessex doesn’t mind that he’s tripped over her, and also that she’s in a fairly good mood.
Sitting up, she draws her legs into a crossed position and circle her arms around them, looking at Nate with a slightly titled head and expectant expression.
WESSEX
