WESSEX
the wraith
A voice pierces her own droll reveries, immediately recognized but unusual in its method and tone.Wessex, he calls her. Amun has never called her that. Not since the first time they met.
No ‘Princess,’ no jokes, no nothing. She frowns, feeling like something must be off without even seeing the man. She’ll be the first to admit that she can be a dick with him sometimes: dismissive, underestimating, condescending… more or less stemming from what she sees as a reckless approach to life in a world that can be exceedingly dangerous. But he shows up, which is more than she can say for others. So this - whatever it may be - deserves her attention.
“What’s wrong, Amun?” Rising from her spot, Wessex tilts her head to listen, trying to suss out exactly where the other Ascended is talking to her from.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
