Go
deep throat
a cactus
“You weren’t,” she concedes, calmly crossing her arms. “You assumed a total stranger had the same experience you had and I didn't try to correct you.” He hadn’t asked about her, she hadn’t volunteered, yadda yadda yadda. It’s not her fault he was brought here. It’s not her fault he Ascended. It’s also not her fault the Voice doesn’t tell her everything - she’s tried. Oh, she’s fucking tried to get answers out of her Lady and it just never goes as planned. Sometimes Wessex thinks it’s because She wants her children to use their own brain power, and other times she thinks it’s just to maintain an enigmatic aura.
“Early Leafchange,” she says with her own smirk, remembering the tumbling, sweaty bodies and the tangled, soaked sheets. “It was quite the event.” Private event. Public fallout. But in the end that’d been somewhat mended, too.
“Early Leafchange,” she says with her own smirk, remembering the tumbling, sweaty bodies and the tangled, soaked sheets. “It was quite the event.” Private event. Public fallout. But in the end that’d been somewhat mended, too.
