Go
deep throat
a cactus
Wessex laughs. “So drunk you can’t even remember events correctly.” Because she had owned up to it. Said she was wrong and sorry, and it had never mattered anyway, Delah was hell bent on consequences. Her eyes light up. He asked for a way to shut him up, so - “Better than killing children. Didn’t you try to lecture me on that, once?” She’s referring, of course, to Aoife. And Pheobe’s nephews. The irony of the lecture about treating children right and then having them die in the mud he couldn’t stop isn’t lost on the Wraith. And while his tone may be cheerful and mocking, there’s nothing but pity and derision in her eyes.
There was only one man in the Ground who had the kind of magic for an ice wall at that time.
At least he’s leaving. Shame is that this all could have been avoided if he’d just kept his mouth shut. Don’t poke the bear and the bear won’t roar. Half expecting a magical retaliation for that last comment, she keeps an eye on Loren till he’s gone.
There was only one man in the Ground who had the kind of magic for an ice wall at that time.
At least he’s leaving. Shame is that this all could have been avoided if he’d just kept his mouth shut. Don’t poke the bear and the bear won’t roar. Half expecting a magical retaliation for that last comment, she keeps an eye on Loren till he’s gone.
