It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Ignorant of all what should be going on tonight and whatever is going on the next day (what does Wessex know of ships and timelines and eighteenth drinks?), her ears perk up when she hears movement. Pulling her hood down, she hears his dismissal and shrugs to herself. Aight. “That's fine,” she calls back. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”
Assuming he recognizes her voice, he’ll know it’s true. She can wait there - or elsewhere - for as long as she needs to, without sleep or food or water. Sun’s really the only problem, but even that is feeling like less and less of a problem these days.
Assuming he recognizes her voice, he’ll know it’s true. She can wait there - or elsewhere - for as long as she needs to, without sleep or food or water. Sun’s really the only problem, but even that is feeling like less and less of a problem these days.
