I write sins, not tragedies
Now? She huffs quietly, arching a brow. “Been your General for awhile now.” Or at least that’s how she sees it, if she were to look back on their various misadventures and look at their respective roles. He’s usually there when she needs him - and vice versa. “Not much left for you and Kia here now, is there?” Kiada is a little more self-explanatory, but Neron? Wessex had never been in competition with Morgan, and certainly not in that way, but everyone has their hierarchy of loyalties. That’s okay.
She doesn’t linger on the thanks, just nodding in understanding. “It’s what I’m here for,” she manages to get out before he helps himself to the offered forearm, and she doubles over a bit as a jolt runs through her. Sometimes the Wraith, too, forgets the doubled pleasure that comes from Ascended-on-Ascended action. With her free hand bracing against her thighs, she huff-laughs again after he’s finished, and shakes her head to clear the lingering feelings.
“Keep track of how you feel,” she reminds him, before clenching the same arm he’d just drunk from and releasing her talons. Three blades shwing out into the frigid area and she nods again, pulling her arm back, swiping down the left side of his chest, as if a lion (hmm, she’ll probably need another something to make it four claws…) were attacking him head on.
She doesn’t linger on the thanks, just nodding in understanding. “It’s what I’m here for,” she manages to get out before he helps himself to the offered forearm, and she doubles over a bit as a jolt runs through her. Sometimes the Wraith, too, forgets the doubled pleasure that comes from Ascended-on-Ascended action. With her free hand bracing against her thighs, she huff-laughs again after he’s finished, and shakes her head to clear the lingering feelings.
“Keep track of how you feel,” she reminds him, before clenching the same arm he’d just drunk from and releasing her talons. Three blades shwing out into the frigid area and she nods again, pulling her arm back, swiping down the left side of his chest, as if a lion (hmm, she’ll probably need another something to make it four claws…) were attacking him head on.
WESSEX
