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
“I do,” she replies, feeling more than slightly disappointed, but determined to keep from showing it as her idea disappears in front of her. The chance to help - snuffed out like a light. “Much like your home is not well suited for my kind,” ah, there’s the recovery, the flash of a half-grin.
“Do you know anything about what we pulled from you?” the Wraith asks, all the questions dancing on the tip of her tongue. “All of us that were here with you fell ill and then spread it - but how it affected God, human, and ascended is… terrifying. And amazing. Some might consider you to source of the illness, but that doesn’t seem right...” She’s more or less talking through the problem aloud, hoping that he might be able to shed some light on the mystery behind all of it.
And if he can’t, well - there’s one non-illness question for him that he might be able to help with.
“Do you know anything about what we pulled from you?” the Wraith asks, all the questions dancing on the tip of her tongue. “All of us that were here with you fell ill and then spread it - but how it affected God, human, and ascended is… terrifying. And amazing. Some might consider you to source of the illness, but that doesn’t seem right...” She’s more or less talking through the problem aloud, hoping that he might be able to shed some light on the mystery behind all of it.
And if he can’t, well - there’s one non-illness question for him that he might be able to help with.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
