EDREI
Puffing out her cheeks like an indignant child, Edy just huffs dramatically with her middle finger still raised. She wants to argue and throw everything back in Wessex's face, but its been long enough now that the sting has healed into an ugly scar. Scratching at the skin doesn't provide any satisfaction at all.
'.....k.' The thing was, when you were killed, even accidentally, there's nothing really to say about it. Hallmark has stayed out of that market for a reason because the words just aren't there. So it is that despite covering Wessex in a modest amount of piss and finally hearing the words she'd been longing for, Edy just stands unsatisfied. It feels a bit like when you rush an orgasm and then you sort of...miss it. You got what you wanted, but nothing about it feels the way you thought.
"So...what was that shiny thing?" The Rapacious asks, dropping her hand.
'.....k.' The thing was, when you were killed, even accidentally, there's nothing really to say about it. Hallmark has stayed out of that market for a reason because the words just aren't there. So it is that despite covering Wessex in a modest amount of piss and finally hearing the words she'd been longing for, Edy just stands unsatisfied. It feels a bit like when you rush an orgasm and then you sort of...miss it. You got what you wanted, but nothing about it feels the way you thought.
"So...what was that shiny thing?" The Rapacious asks, dropping her hand.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
