The room darkens; prying eyes have no place in this moment. Though the Voice normally fills the space with bright electric light, now she appears sombre and with hardly any inward illumination at all. "None will understand what it is you are going through." She offers softly, slipping down from the shrine that she might approach the hooded Wraith and the empty vessel she carries.
Wrapping an arm around Wessex's shoulders, the body of Evelyn, already quite light in the Wraith's strong arms, becomes entirely weightless. Glowing a brilliant blue, she rises upward, her body covered in a beautiful sapphire static.
Wrapping an arm around Wessex's shoulders, the body of Evelyn, already quite light in the Wraith's strong arms, becomes entirely weightless. Glowing a brilliant blue, she rises upward, her body covered in a beautiful sapphire static.
the VOICE
