[Training] maybe we'll get forty years together

WESSEX

the wraith

she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair

This is a familiar position for the two of them and oh, if only they thought of each other in that way, they might both be happier. He’s certainly learning, and Wessex grins when he tries to use her momentum against her. She has to brace herself against the ground for a moment and push back with her lower body to try and pin him.

That’s about it, though. She keeps her claws and knives sheathed, doesn’t even make a move to eviscerate Amun, despite their earlier jokes. Maybe his joke hit a nerve, maybe the Wraith is just… changing. If he decides to stop struggling, she’ll pull back and look down ever so slightly. “I’m sorry for hurting you. Doing damage. You’ve always been here for me and… and I don’t want to do that to you anymore." Pausing, she quickly adds a caveat. "Unless you say it's okay."

{fin}

and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah