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
Too far to hear Mabel’s reply (which was her own fault, she’d forgotten they had to be closer for her to hear them), Wessex curses herself and then tries to quickly close the gap between the three of them by teleporting to where she thinks the sounds are coming from - the hunter she’d once been ever sharp. And oh, the advantages of such a gift, the evidence of the Voice’s love at work, as she’s able to catch the tail of Evelyn’s query, are you? echoing in her head. She smiles to herself, fangs hidden by the twisting lips as the demi-god revels in finding new ones.
Wessex. The Wraith.
Had they not been Ascended, she would have offered to get them home anyway. Still a familiar, but far less present face in the Hollowed Ground. How these two would react interests the former Queen to no end, as she saunters through the barren trees towards them. A thousand questions spring to mind.
“And you are?” she asks aloud, expectantly, gaze shifting back and forth between the girls. So young. Twins. Naturals? They had to be. Two Outlander girls wouldn’t be out here in the dead of Deepfrost. Not by themselves.
Wessex. The Wraith.
Had they not been Ascended, she would have offered to get them home anyway. Still a familiar, but far less present face in the Hollowed Ground. How these two would react interests the former Queen to no end, as she saunters through the barren trees towards them. A thousand questions spring to mind.
“And you are?” she asks aloud, expectantly, gaze shifting back and forth between the girls. So young. Twins. Naturals? They had to be. Two Outlander girls wouldn’t be out here in the dead of Deepfrost. Not by themselves.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
