empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
An entirely un-ladylike (and un-Queenlike) snort-laugh throws Wessex’s head back. “Don’t let that go to your head, Loki,” she says aloud, fixing her bonded with a raised brow. Loki, for her part, just creeps a little closer to the man with the nimble fingers. If her human won’t indulge her dry skin in scratches, then she’ll happily throw herself onto this willing stranger. A flare of stubbornness and spite flows between them, quickly erased by contentment and the low, throaty hum of yes, more please.
They’re a better match than they know.
Wessex, for her part, is a little too preoccupied to do more than keep half an eye on the dragon’s antics. “Yes,” she responds good-naturedly as if this is a normal, everyday explanation (and for her, it is). She takes another step towards the bench and gestures to the snow-swept world around them, she continues. “This is Caido. Did you come here through a portal? From another world”
They’re a better match than they know.
Wessex, for her part, is a little too preoccupied to do more than keep half an eye on the dragon’s antics. “Yes,” she responds good-naturedly as if this is a normal, everyday explanation (and for her, it is). She takes another step towards the bench and gestures to the snow-swept world around them, she continues. “This is Caido. Did you come here through a portal? From another world”
WESSEX
