The woman freezes, reaching up to tilt the spine of a book towards her. Gods, if it wasn’t for her very firm resolution not to stoop to using kids as pawns, Wessex would probably have kidnapped Everest right then and there. Just woosh, wisk him out of the Archives to somewhere they wouldn’t expect. “Oh,” she manages to choke out, trying to turn it into a cough (all that dust, you see).
“Well, Halo is awfully cold and a lot less cultured,” she offers weakly, inching away from him and back into the corner as if to avoid temptation. “I’ll, ah, stop by after this, thank you though. Where’s his office now?” So she can know where to avoid - or perhaps, where to target.
“Well, Halo is awfully cold and a lot less cultured,” she offers weakly, inching away from him and back into the corner as if to avoid temptation. “I’ll, ah, stop by after this, thank you though. Where’s his office now?” So she can know where to avoid - or perhaps, where to target.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
