WESSEX
“You must disguise yourself,” she urges. “They identified Isla last time we were there. Won’t risk it with you.” Uttered with a smile, Wessex is nevertheless quite insistent as she offers Nikolai a faintly scarred wrist and waits for him to take a bit of her magic.
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She’d thought to go to the brothels first - after all, where is the one place an Ascended isn’t like to go? Byt then she thought the better of it - with no solid plan and no desire to put either herself or Nikolai through that kind of awkwardness… well, plan B it is. Keep your eyes and ears open, she mutters to him, let’s split up for a bit. Get a drink. Be a shadow. For her part, she looks like a man with an overgrown, slightly ungroomed mustache and beard falling over his lips in order to hide the sight of any fangs. He's a working man, and he just wants a pink in peace.
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She’d thought to go to the brothels first - after all, where is the one place an Ascended isn’t like to go? Byt then she thought the better of it - with no solid plan and no desire to put either herself or Nikolai through that kind of awkwardness… well, plan B it is. Keep your eyes and ears open, she mutters to him, let’s split up for a bit. Get a drink. Be a shadow. For her part, she looks like a man with an overgrown, slightly ungroomed mustache and beard falling over his lips in order to hide the sight of any fangs. He's a working man, and he just wants a pink in peace.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
