she's a superfreak, superfreak

WESSEX

Wessex laughs at Edy’s antics. Fire runs in every fiber of her being, doesn’t it? Put that man in his goddamn place. She takes a look over her shoulder and flashes the drunk a bit of her fangs. He recoils, and it is oh-so-satisfying. But not as satisfying as that dark room will be…

Following the younger woman’s lead, Wessex comes ‘round the edge of the bar and into the back. Once they’re inside and hidden from prying eyes, she stops and moves to pull Edrei around and back towards her, into her strong, forceful arms, where she can have more control. There’s an odd sort of romantic carnality to it; mostly predatory lust, partly fire, and just a tiny smidgen of affection for the girl she met beneath the Spire’s shadow.

Guess that’s what happens when you do some hardcore flirting and then die. Just can’t get them off your resurrected brain.

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