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
Who knew the Wraith had such artistic skill in her? More than satisfied with the decorations on the candles, she notes as the others swap roles, and after a moment, decides to do the same. Perhaps leaving her first station open for Deimos, Wessex rises and gravitates towards making flower crowns with Chuy, settling into Arialla’s vacant seat with a little huff of greeting.
“Once upon a time, I was roped into making many of these,” she says absently as fingers far more attuned to handles and weaponry reach for the innocent flora. Ah, but here the Wraith is rusty, or perhaps too callous, too heavy handed. The first one breaks, a daisy-like bloom popping off its stem. She chuckles dryly. “Good to see you outside of Halo,” she offers as conversation, lest they just sit there in sidlence.
Frustrated, she finds her fingers fumbling and once again asks her shadow to assist, even looking over to Chuy and silently offering quasi-material aid, should he need it.
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Wessex also does flower crowns and fucks it up, so she uses her shadows to help.
“Once upon a time, I was roped into making many of these,” she says absently as fingers far more attuned to handles and weaponry reach for the innocent flora. Ah, but here the Wraith is rusty, or perhaps too callous, too heavy handed. The first one breaks, a daisy-like bloom popping off its stem. She chuckles dryly. “Good to see you outside of Halo,” she offers as conversation, lest they just sit there in sidlence.
Frustrated, she finds her fingers fumbling and once again asks her shadow to assist, even looking over to Chuy and silently offering quasi-material aid, should he need it.
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Wessex also does flower crowns and fucks it up, so she uses her shadows to help.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
