[Mini Event] hands off your fate, child

Edy #nofilter "Uh huh. Well you were the one who brought them all together, like it's your fucking job to decide who goes in and who doesn't. " The not-teenager snapped back at Rory, though her voice was a good deal more reserved in Zariah's presence. Bristling as Jigano said that we wanted whatever the fuck. That we the consisted of Jigano and Rory and dark-eyes and whoever the fuck else. That we that didn't include Edy. "No. I still call bullshit. These idiots have tried to attack the Spire before too. So either they had a plan back then about what to do if they were successful, or they fucking didn't. If they didn't, then it isn't like we're in any better position now. No new info, so what're we waiting on? And if there is information they haven't shared, then I stand by my original conclusion of him being a fuck." The pained and clearly wounded and needy child in Edy burned for all to see, but she titled her chin up, levelling a seething glare at both Rory and Jigano before happily being taken by Wessex. "The point is, the time for talking is over. If we couldn't get in and needed your touch—" She purred with a dark grin, "—that's one thing. But being told to fuck off all over a turf war? No." With a sigh and posture of the sort of aggressive submission that only warriors are really capable of, Edy leans back against Wessex, one of her hands curling up and into her hand to grip the tangles of blonde. The feeling of teeth on her neck makes the not-teenager take a hasty preparatory breath as the world dissolves into a web of sensual sensations that defy any sort of description. Instead, flooded with euphoria, Edy moans contentedly, her fingers tugging Wessex's fangs further against her.