It’s not dying I’m afraid of
She’ll take indifference. That’s fine. It’s far better than having another energy blast chucked her way. There’s nothing wrong with a truce, so Weaver only chuckles slightly at the half-shrug Wessex offers. ”As long as we aren’t enemies,” she says with a wry smile.
Weaver’s brow shoots up just slightly at the offer. She’s seen Wessex pop in and out of existence, a trick that seems like a very handy one. Though she has never seen her do it with someone else, so it’s possible Wessex has yet another trick. Or it’s possible that she can simply bring a friend along for the ride. Either way, Weaver doesn’t mind being surprised. She takes Wessex’s hand with a nod. ”Sounds vaguely like being drunk,” she says with a wink. Agreement enough.
(finished)
Weaver’s brow shoots up just slightly at the offer. She’s seen Wessex pop in and out of existence, a trick that seems like a very handy one. Though she has never seen her do it with someone else, so it’s possible Wessex has yet another trick. Or it’s possible that she can simply bring a friend along for the ride. Either way, Weaver doesn’t mind being surprised. She takes Wessex’s hand with a nod. ”Sounds vaguely like being drunk,” she says with a wink. Agreement enough.
(finished)
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
