EDREI
There were people who could let bygones be bygones. There were people who, under pressure, became diamonds. And then there were the Launceleyns, who famously stewed, and stewed, and stewed, until all that was left was an unrecognizable mess of blackened and burnt charcoal.
Or at least that's how it was for Edy.
Standing outside of Theskyra house, the Rapacious paced back and forth. Wearing an inappropriate black leather bodysuit and thigh-high boots, she snarled silent snippets of argument to herself as she worked up the courage to bang on the cellar door. When she finally did, Edy took a few large steps back, glaring at the knob and willing it to turn. Hopefully, Wessex would open it in a flourish such that all the balloons filled with the piss of various barnyard animals would fall and splat right on her stupid head.
Or at least that's how it was for Edy.
Standing outside of Theskyra house, the Rapacious paced back and forth. Wearing an inappropriate black leather bodysuit and thigh-high boots, she snarled silent snippets of argument to herself as she worked up the courage to bang on the cellar door. When she finally did, Edy took a few large steps back, glaring at the knob and willing it to turn. Hopefully, Wessex would open it in a flourish such that all the balloons filled with the piss of various barnyard animals would fall and splat right on her stupid head.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
