“He’s a dick is what he is,” Wessex suddenly snorts, her on again-off again disdain for the not-Launceleyn suddenly flaring up. Be it lion-dick or water-dick, it didn’t really matter, did it? They couldn’t make him do anything, and therein lay the problem. Stubbornness gets you nowhere, and she would know, wouldn’t she?
Her eyes continue to occasionally swing back and forth behind them, watching the area behind Nate dutifully and then occasionally at their playing companions. Nate’s worried look doesn’t go unnoticed, she just… doesn’t fully register it for a while. “What’s wrong?” the Wraith asked, as if it could be pared down into a simple explanation that he could easily get out. “Is it the Fae?” Because that is indeed worrisome and that is on her mind. A lot.
Her eyes continue to occasionally swing back and forth behind them, watching the area behind Nate dutifully and then occasionally at their playing companions. Nate’s worried look doesn’t go unnoticed, she just… doesn’t fully register it for a while. “What’s wrong?” the Wraith asked, as if it could be pared down into a simple explanation that he could easily get out. “Is it the Fae?” Because that is indeed worrisome and that is on her mind. A lot.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
