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
“A friend,” she answers shortly and settling into that impossibly still state of being they know so well.
Listening, she begrudgingly acknowledges to herself that he has a point about the mangled arm, but it doesn’t turn the spidey-senses off. “Maybe so, but you’ve still got a dead Outlander’s face and I can’t just let something suspicious like that into my home.” The very land she’s sworn to protect, yadda yadd yadda.
An idea comes to mind, and she re-sheathes her claws, opting instead to toss the man a small hunting pulled from a boot. Jerking her chin a little towards him, Wessex commands quietly, “Cut yourself.”
Prove yourself.
And if everything is as he says it is, they can figure it out the face thing later. “Then I’ll take you to the Grounds and point you towards our medic.” And if he doesn't want to, he can find his own way back, useless arm and all.
Listening, she begrudgingly acknowledges to herself that he has a point about the mangled arm, but it doesn’t turn the spidey-senses off. “Maybe so, but you’ve still got a dead Outlander’s face and I can’t just let something suspicious like that into my home.” The very land she’s sworn to protect, yadda yadd yadda.
An idea comes to mind, and she re-sheathes her claws, opting instead to toss the man a small hunting pulled from a boot. Jerking her chin a little towards him, Wessex commands quietly, “Cut yourself.”
Prove yourself.
And if everything is as he says it is, they can figure it out the face thing later. “Then I’ll take you to the Grounds and point you towards our medic.” And if he doesn't want to, he can find his own way back, useless arm and all.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
