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
She’s still grasping at the boggart theory, even when the man bares his own fangs at her - because this could be a particularly tricky one, trying to lure her into complacency before attacking.
“Aedion’s dead,” she snaps right back, flinging the box down and adjusting herself into a more prepared stance. Loki begins to circle overhead, trying to figure out what’s going on - what they’re fighting and why - because the other seems like an Ascended.
“He doesn’t scare me. So get your boggarty-ass back in the maze and leave me alone or come on, let’s get this over with.” Releasing her talons, the Wraith slides their metal edges against each other in a practiced, smooth, and rather satisfying shwing before waiting for the assumed boggart to attack.
“I’m the Voice’s demigod,” she says with the tiniest smirk, offering the creature its final warning.
“Aedion’s dead,” she snaps right back, flinging the box down and adjusting herself into a more prepared stance. Loki begins to circle overhead, trying to figure out what’s going on - what they’re fighting and why - because the other seems like an Ascended.
“He doesn’t scare me. So get your boggarty-ass back in the maze and leave me alone or come on, let’s get this over with.” Releasing her talons, the Wraith slides their metal edges against each other in a practiced, smooth, and rather satisfying shwing before waiting for the assumed boggart to attack.
“I’m the Voice’s demigod,” she says with the tiniest smirk, offering the creature its final warning.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
