Go
deep throat
a cactus
“So…. you’re saying I make the rules, but I still have to abide by an invisible set of rules from other people’s worlds?” Wessex audibly snorts her opinion - full on derision. “I’ll give you some points for the people bit, but fuck that, Caido is different.” She already has a disreputable past that she can work with, and it matches her clothing. If the Wraith knew what a pirate was, she’d just slap on a hat, get herself a boat, and call herself the Pirate Queen, because that seems far more up her alley, according to conventional patriarchal lore.
“Reeeaaallly. I have a hard time seeing you be anyone’s lackey.” Her gaze narrows suspiciously, because it’s a weird thing to offer the first time you meet someone - if it's a fellow member of a small race, who just so happens to be one half of the non-romantic ruling pair. He doesn't even know the nuances of Caido's society. “What’s in it for you?”
“Reeeaaallly. I have a hard time seeing you be anyone’s lackey.” Her gaze narrows suspiciously, because it’s a weird thing to offer the first time you meet someone - if it's a fellow member of a small race, who just so happens to be one half of the non-romantic ruling pair. He doesn't even know the nuances of Caido's society. “What’s in it for you?”
