WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Even when they all make it safely out of the tunnel and the lightning is called to the makeshift round, Wessex still yearns for more adventure, for more knowledge. They’d done something, yes, something that was potentially important… but there’s another part of her that says fuck this, and to be reckless, to throw herself against the sands and winds and see if she can outrun the lightning.
Even when Amalia and Deimos say they’re done, she lingers, looking into the whirlwind chasm. What could she do? There’s no marker to teleport in. Nothing - and no one - to get her out. She sighs, and bends to the whims of the world, turning to the others first “Whoever goes back in - I want to come with.” The Wraith stakes her claim with a good, old-fashioned ‘shotgun!,’ if there ever was one.
But for now? For now, she’s done.
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Wessex and Loki are out too.
Even when Amalia and Deimos say they’re done, she lingers, looking into the whirlwind chasm. What could she do? There’s no marker to teleport in. Nothing - and no one - to get her out. She sighs, and bends to the whims of the world, turning to the others first “Whoever goes back in - I want to come with.” The Wraith stakes her claim with a good, old-fashioned ‘shotgun!,’ if there ever was one.
But for now? For now, she’s done.
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Wessex and Loki are out too.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
