naughty or nice

She wouldn’t be offended if he’s disappointed to find her standing there instead of, say, some luscious redhead with a honeyed tongue and penchant for teeth-given orgasms. She is, after all, sexless to most and unaccustomed to fueling herself from others. Their powers may be handy, but she supposes she’s a bit of a purist right now… the rush of energy that comes from their Mother is almost addictive. And she is rather past the ‘fuck everything that moves’ stage of life. Nevertheless, she corner of her own mouth quirks up a bit. “Business, not pleasure. I’m Wessex.” She extends a hand for a brief greeting and then withdraws it efficiently. “I’ve only come to say that things are happening and the Ascended are gathering. Be ready. You will be needed.” Where she might have turned on her heels and left, Wessex pauses, giving the man before her a once-over. It allows the space for questions, comments, concerns, insults… hell, for whatever. She can’t quite put her finger or her analysis on why this one calls to her more than some of the others, and that questioning in and of itself is rather… infuriating to someone so fiercely, savagely, logical. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm