Go
deep throat
a cactus
The Queen smiles and holds the board out to Peter, in case he wants to take a closer look. “From what I understand, the Voice has access to a lot of technology like this, she just saves it for the Ascended to use. A couple of us have some cool stuff.” Wessex, personally, is rather secretive about what The Voice has given her - some are well known, like her metal claws, and others have been hinted at, but she imagines no one really knows what they do, other than make people feel like shit. Some might know she can see through illusions and hide from the LongNight monsters, but no one save for Sam knows she can translate anything that’s written in another language (probably - the limits haven’t been tested.)
Is that all she needs help with? No, she wants to scream, she needs a lot of help, but there’s nothing that he, specifically, can do for her. So not unkindly, she says, “I think so. Thanks, Peter. Unless there’s something I can do for you?”
Tit for tat. That kind of thing. Or bigger. Whatever.
Is that all she needs help with? No, she wants to scream, she needs a lot of help, but there’s nothing that he, specifically, can do for her. So not unkindly, she says, “I think so. Thanks, Peter. Unless there’s something I can do for you?”
Tit for tat. That kind of thing. Or bigger. Whatever.
