WESSEX
the wraith
Interrupting his apology with a wave of her hands, she brushes it away with another emphatic shake of her head. “Nonsense. I didn’t exactly introduce myself.” The woman comes to a sudden stop and turns, evoking mutters and a huff from the people closest to them as they’re forced to also change course to avoid a collision. Boldly sticking out her hand, the woman grins. “Wessex Theskyra, Queen of the Hollowed Grounds. Some call me the Wraith, but you can call me Wessex, everyone does. I don’t stand on ceremony.” An impish glint in ice-blue eyes, she waits in the middle of the street for as long as she has to for him to also introduce herself before continuing on in their conversation and walk. she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
