It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Someone casts a shadow over here, and Wessex opens her eyes, looking up at whomever had called her Pussy Cat. She kinda likes it, and few would dare to use that kind of nickname around her - or perhaps wouldn’t want to. It draws a smile, a little sly and a little amused, the tips of her fangs just visible beneath parted lips. “Mmmm, on these Longheat days in Torchline, it’s almost like I can feel something like warmth again.”
The sun’s warmth, booze, and sex are the top three things she misses about being fully human, and two of those things are right here in front of her, assuming that Locke is also wearing very little due to the heat. “At least this kind is bearable for you. The Climb was no place for either of us.” She props herself up a bit more, patting the ground beside her ininvitation. “Whatcha been up to?”
The sun’s warmth, booze, and sex are the top three things she misses about being fully human, and two of those things are right here in front of her, assuming that Locke is also wearing very little due to the heat. “At least this kind is bearable for you. The Climb was no place for either of us.” She props herself up a bit more, patting the ground beside her ininvitation. “Whatcha been up to?”