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
He’s still beautiful, but she is more keenly aware of the danger of his closeness now, than she was when she tried to describe him to the Voice. She turns around to see him, truly see him in this more relaxed environment. The Wraith bobs her head, “Of course.” Freedom is something she strives for, unilaterally. No one should be trapped.
She gets down to it, knowing that theadmins deities often appreciate brevity. “Thank you for answering. I have some questions, if you wouldn’t mind answering them. First - have you ever seen or heard of the arch behind the waterfall being used?” Wessex assumes that water is a bad thing - a dangerous thing - for Tanau, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t lurk. Or listen.
She gets down to it, knowing that the
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
