mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Edy #nofilter Normally Edy is only a screamer in bed, but as Wessex turns to square-off against the creature and is torn apart like so much wrapping on Christmas morning, the teenager fucking wails. She can't seem to help it and internally she knows drawing attention to herself is a bad fucking plan, but seeing the horror-show the monster is putting on scrapes all the air from her longs, scoring it over her vocal chords in a way that makes her own ears want to bleed. Continuing to grip her side as a flash-flood of tears streak down her cheeks, Edy shuffles backwards as quickly as possible. Fire blazes from her palms towards the creature; it isn't like it doesn't know she's here. All she can hope is that the amazonian woman will provided enough of a playtoy to let the Launceleyn-girl go. "I'll fucking get you for this." Edy murmurs under her breath, thinking of the way the blonde had leaned in next to her, how easily the spire-related word play had come. They could have been bffs given another 5 more minutes, but now all of that had been ruined. What ifs floated in a cloud before Edy's eyes (actually that was probably just her plummeting blood pressure at work), as she dragged herself out into the night.