Vix

“Alright then, doll. I hear ya. Greatness it is. Tea?” he asked brightly, adjusting the pile of weapons in his arms. “Mrs Fig makes a grand ol’ tea. It’s as sweet as a rose-watered cunt and as tart as a whore’s tit.” “Sounds delicious,” I said dryly. “But I’m not sure I can drink tea right now.” “And why’s that, lass?” “My friend was back there on that cliff,” I said thickly. “I don’t know if…” I couldn’t make myself finish that sentence, refusing the possibility of his death. “Ah,” Mavus said. “Well then that’s more of a reason for tea than ever, I say. Ain’t nothin’ a good cup o’ tea can’t soothe.”
― Caroline Peckham, Echo Fort