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WESSEX

SO much shit has happened. Resurrections. Spire-tops exploding. Magic falling. Death. It’s some small miracle that Wessex is even there to look at Edrei like a starving woman before a sumptuous feast. All those pesky interruptions... She licks her lips, foregoing all subtlety, while a flirtatious grin flits across her face. “Mhmmm. And the part where I say I heard you’ve got a wet, slippery little mess downstairs and could use a helping hand.”  Just like some poorly written porno, pretend she’s got herself a toolbelt and a pipe all ready to plug Edy’s leak.

Wessex leans a little bit closer, closing the gap between the two women, but not quite close enough to make a move. Yet.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all