I write sins, not tragedies
His correction elicits an amused, fanged grin. She can’t wait to get to the point where they don’t need puffed up military ranks and other kinds of shit like that. And even though she’s sorry for his loss and perhaps politically will rue Morgan’s absence more than anything else, it will be nice to have Kiada and Neron back in the Grounds - where she doesn’t have to worry from afar.
“I’d never,” the Wraith replies with slight chuckle that feels so, so out of place in between strikes. Still, she reaches back again, and tries to make the cuts in his torso look like claws, aiming to mix the two swipes up so its hard to tell how many claws were involved. “Put your arms up to protect your head.” Checking in before she does anything else, Wessex sheathes her talons and changes her position so she can push him sideways into a frozen, unyielding wall, attempting to recreate some self-defense bruises on either side.
And after that? Assuming he isn’t using his safe word (wait…), the demigod will pick him up and toss him around some more, adding a few more strategically placed slices with a small dagger, until the Hailstorm declares he’s at the edge.
“I’d never,” the Wraith replies with slight chuckle that feels so, so out of place in between strikes. Still, she reaches back again, and tries to make the cuts in his torso look like claws, aiming to mix the two swipes up so its hard to tell how many claws were involved. “Put your arms up to protect your head.” Checking in before she does anything else, Wessex sheathes her talons and changes her position so she can push him sideways into a frozen, unyielding wall, attempting to recreate some self-defense bruises on either side.
And after that? Assuming he isn’t using his safe word (wait…), the demigod will pick him up and toss him around some more, adding a few more strategically placed slices with a small dagger, until the Hailstorm declares he’s at the edge.
WESSEX
