I write sins, not tragedies
She’d been so focused on the pumpkins that she hadn’t noticed someone else on the steps. Whirling around at the sound of someone else’s voice, Wessex is clearly surprised to see them there and has to catch herself for a moment as her foot slides along a loose rock. “Gods, Cameron, you got me,” she says as she rights herself.
Taking a look at the offered stick, Wessex shakes her head. “You keep it. I’ve got more than enough tricks, I just -” The little fuckers just keep bouncing and she looks back down, trying to gauge the distance between the two of them and the gourds. She hums to herself thoughtfully,. “I can probably explode the little ones with heat if you can get the medium sized ones?” Which didn’t quite sound right, the General taking the little ones. “Or I could take the bigger ones, with my claws.”
Taking a look at the offered stick, Wessex shakes her head. “You keep it. I’ve got more than enough tricks, I just -” The little fuckers just keep bouncing and she looks back down, trying to gauge the distance between the two of them and the gourds. She hums to herself thoughtfully,. “I can probably explode the little ones with heat if you can get the medium sized ones?” Which didn’t quite sound right, the General taking the little ones. “Or I could take the bigger ones, with my claws.”
WESSEX
