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
The sound of someone below is unexpected and Wessex leans over the edge to find Edy here, of all places. Looking more like she should be lounging on beach during Torchline’s LongNight instead of hidden away in a maze - where no one can see her?
Some warning about catching fire is on the tip of her tongue, but at the last minute she thinks better of it, knowing that it would likely just open her up to quips about Wessex already did that. Instead, her hands curl over the other edge of the hedge and she continues to provide shade service.
Anything for the family, and all that.
“Come on Edy,” Wessex replies quickly, after hearing the tactful attempt at saying she’s still angry. “You can do better than that. Something about using it to clean up dog shit or not even opening it, or even burning it on accident?”
Is she losing her touch?
Some warning about catching fire is on the tip of her tongue, but at the last minute she thinks better of it, knowing that it would likely just open her up to quips about Wessex already did that. Instead, her hands curl over the other edge of the hedge and she continues to provide shade service.
Anything for the family, and all that.
“Come on Edy,” Wessex replies quickly, after hearing the tactful attempt at saying she’s still angry. “You can do better than that. Something about using it to clean up dog shit or not even opening it, or even burning it on accident?”
Is she losing her touch?
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
