I write sins, not tragedies
“If the world hasn’t ended or they haven’t fucked off at our stupidity, yep.” Grim or morbidly optimistic, Wessex nonetheless is somewhat upbeat about it. As if the coming of the vampire gourds was just another thing to be dealt with and enduring. A part of life in Caido. Totally, absolutely normal.
Their acknowledgement and promise not to call her a cyborg has the demigod chuckling. “Thanks,” she says, as that small one explodes rather anti-climactially. And for a moment, almost as if the gourds are rational, sentient creatures, they pause. The Cameron-Wessex duo seems dangerous. She takes the oportunity to glance over at them and tilts her head, recalling a prior conversation. “I’d be lying if I said anything less than I love it. Have you - have you thought any more about Ascending?” Nevermind that it’s technically a question that’s too late.
Their acknowledgement and promise not to call her a cyborg has the demigod chuckling. “Thanks,” she says, as that small one explodes rather anti-climactially. And for a moment, almost as if the gourds are rational, sentient creatures, they pause. The Cameron-Wessex duo seems dangerous. She takes the oportunity to glance over at them and tilts her head, recalling a prior conversation. “I’d be lying if I said anything less than I love it. Have you - have you thought any more about Ascending?”
WESSEX
