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
“Ah.” It’s unexpected, but also not. This was their reality. Her reality for the past thirty eight years. “I’m sorry.” Bowing her bed briefly, she refrains from saying anything about them rest peacefully in Mort’s realm, or whatever. Afterall, if it’s all true, the girls won’t be seeing them again. She is about as tactful as she can be with these two, unsure how to move forward after her condolences.
About to awkwardly transition into something more about the present, Wessex is momentarily spared by Evelyn’s question. “Yes. My family died from the wasting sickness.When I came down with the symptoms, I said fuck that, I’m not ready to go. Went to the Voice… and two and half years later, he we are.”
How far she’s come.
Looking at the two of them again, she tries to offer some source of consolation. “But if you want it, you have a new family.” Offering a hand to each of them with a thin smile, she adds her usual caveat. “We’re as dysfunctional as any biological one, but we show up when needed.” And then some.
About to awkwardly transition into something more about the present, Wessex is momentarily spared by Evelyn’s question. “Yes. My family died from the wasting sickness.When I came down with the symptoms, I said fuck that, I’m not ready to go. Went to the Voice… and two and half years later, he we are.”
How far she’s come.
Looking at the two of them again, she tries to offer some source of consolation. “But if you want it, you have a new family.” Offering a hand to each of them with a thin smile, she adds her usual caveat. “We’re as dysfunctional as any biological one, but we show up when needed.” And then some.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
