Go
deep throat
a cactus
“Brilliant, isn’t she?” comes the Wraith’s voice from behind the pair, singular and smooth across the dark, shadow-filled land. So bright, her Lady had agreed, and the more Wessex thinks about it, the more she believes that if anything significant is to be accomplished on behalf of the Ascended, it will have to be done with Rexanna’s help. No one else bridges the gap between races so well (or indeed, at all), and is as trusted.
A pale shadow, the blonde woman strolls casually into view, able to see the two of them as easily as they could see her. She moves like water, flowing from one step to the next with a certain unearthly grace and speed that makes her feel powerful. And she does it all with a slight smirk - this is their time, and Archebold’s return to society, if he chose to maintain it, would be quite fortuitous. If he doesn’t fuck things up for them. They cannot afford indifference.
“What have you been up to, Archebold? Indulge my curiosity, for a moment. Please.” A wry, challenging expression on her face; she is no longer the newborn Ascended that found him in the ruins. She is so much more.
He could be, too.
A pale shadow, the blonde woman strolls casually into view, able to see the two of them as easily as they could see her. She moves like water, flowing from one step to the next with a certain unearthly grace and speed that makes her feel powerful. And she does it all with a slight smirk - this is their time, and Archebold’s return to society, if he chose to maintain it, would be quite fortuitous. If he doesn’t fuck things up for them. They cannot afford indifference.
“What have you been up to, Archebold? Indulge my curiosity, for a moment. Please.” A wry, challenging expression on her face; she is no longer the newborn Ascended that found him in the ruins. She is so much more.
He could be, too.
