welcome to the dark side, we've got cookies

It is true, she doesn’t enjoy a particularly good reputation, other than that Ascended lady to came back to life, bits and pieces about her are more likely to be bitter and sharp-edged than kind. But as the door is still only cracked and she is not welcomed, nay barely even listened to. An eyebrow raises at his question, and he’s lucky her hackles don’t flare up at the implied insult. Wessex scoff-laughs and begins to turn. Oh, poor little needy man. She doesn’t, and will never, spend her time explaining and validating her actions to men like him. “Get over yourself. Show up or not, I don’t care. Just passing along an order.” This is one Ascended who won’t presume to know her Goddess’s whims and pleasures. What Bastien does with the information is up to him. And what The Voice does with Bastien if he doesn’t show up is none of Wessex’s damn business. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm