Ah, yes. Judgey, selfless Jigano, who only ever thinks about others and the healing that needs to be done. So wise, so all seeing, so much smarter than everyone else. As if his way was the only right way. The man who can be all places, all the time, and never tires from constantly sneaking around. The way he tries to protect Rory as if he is the only one who cares about him. As if he knows why Wessex held herself back. As if he is God and Adjudicator and Executioner all in one; as if he can sway Rory’s mind against her.
Ha. Let him try. But first things first - Edrei, her neck, and her firefingers -
She tightens her grip ever so slightly on Edy, taking her weight with ease. A myriad of sensations flood her mouth, sweet and hot and Gods, she wants to keep the explosions coming. There is no hesitation at Edy’s encouragement, her own deeply satisfied groan muffled by flesh. She digs deeper, just for a moment, letting the euphoria start to crescendo. And then something in the back of her head pings the conscious part of her brain, eliciting a growl of frustration. Nevertheless, she slows for a breath and then pulls away, leaning her nose against the top of Edrei’s head.
“More. Later.” Wessex whispers to her offering, supporting her until she feels ready to stand on her own two feet. The fact is that Edy needs her own blood and strength more than an orgasm right now, but the older woman is happy to oblige her when they aren’t surrounded by fighting, idiotic pricks, and virtual strangers. Wessex has her kinks, but exhibitionism ain’t one of ‘em.
Jigano, however, forgot about the Ascended’s enhanced senses, one of which is hearing. She might have walked away from the bickering but the accusation that her team was only interested in glory raises her hackles, and you know what can kill a fox? A lion. Wessex raises her head to look at him, smiling ever so slightly around her stained fangs. “You're a real piece of work, you know that? You you did nothing. Had days to study it. Didn’t. Didn’t come forward with what you wanted to do. Didn’t step up to the Spire. You weren't there. And still you judge. Get off your fucking high horse. It’s done.”
Inaction by itself will spawn action. The void will eventually be filled, all too quickly and violently and in passion instead of reason. He spoke about things that weren’t said. Talks about asking for time, but never actually doing so. They actually did wait. Days. Waited until Roana was healed enough to lead a posse. And what had Jigano done? Had he taken the time to study the Spire? Find out what was inside? Try to get in? Nah, he’d done jack shit.
She laughs harshly and looks to the door of the Spire, sick of him and his pointless noise. “Come talk to me about my choices when you have the balls to defy a God’s orders.” Cause Wessex doesn’t, and she’s got far bigger ladyballs than this white-haired ass. She looks at Rory, saying simply “If you go in, be careful. Exhaustion makes people stupid.” Then she looks to Edy. “You’re with me.” She would rather have taken Rory so she could keep an eye on him, but he seems rather entangled at the moment.
As far as Wessex is concerned, her part in this blame game is over. This little spat has been locked away and compartmentalized. Time to focus. WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
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