happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Wessex makes a strangled noise of frustration, clenching her hands together at the mention of nosy men. If there’s a hardcore feminist in Caido, it’s probably her, though patriarchy doesn’t seem to have a stranglehold on the Hallowed Grounds. Or the Greatwood. All their power players are female, and as much as Wessex may clash with the Fae, she’d rather deal with a powerful woman than a powerful man. “Most men can fuck right off,” she declares imperiously, well aware that yes, not all men and all that jazz. But Ronin’s a pretentious ass, Loren has to be coddled and his fragile sense of self protected. Sam has no backbone. Bastien was a dick with that ‘disappearing’ thing. That new guy from the Spire didn’t believe she was Queen. Peter is as sniveling at Sam is. Adam is useless drunk. And Lucas, the one guy she would rather have on her side, can’t be trusted to look out for anyone but herself. Oh, and half her former lovers think she’s a raging bitch for acting like a man and putting herself first. So. Raging frustrations. There’s no wonder she liked fucking Edy; Wessex got all the dick and none of the fragile male ego and emotional labor that seemed to perpetually come with it. “Tongues. Balls. Fingernails.” a wicked little chuckle indicates she could go on and on, but then they’d probably just end up listing all the body parts. Anyway, moving on. No need to dwell on her sappy revelation that the woman beside her is far better than she’ll ever be. “Of course. Now, for the second thing…” Rex will probably be surprised by it. And hopefully delighted.