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
She can accept his apology at face value, but honestly, the Wraith is slowly but surely getting tired of playing teacher to the young Outlander. She sighs, a sound undercut by evidence of slight exasperation. “It’s not about your mood - I couldn’t tell, to be honest. It was the implication that either I shouldn’t be here, or that you should know where I go.” Both of which seem absurd, given their relative statuses and strengths in the world.
Sharp attacks on the pumpkins hide the flare of anger; part of her wants to show him just what she could do to him. That he should at least show a fucking iota of respect to someone who could kill him in a move or two. But… in her head he’s still redeemable.
And Morgan would probably be pissed.
The Wraith slides her chakram from its holster and turns so Sah is at her back. Squatting down, she sends it skimming across the ground in an arc in front of her, so it can slice through a bunch of them all at once, reaching out with her other hand to easily catch it.
Sharp attacks on the pumpkins hide the flare of anger; part of her wants to show him just what she could do to him. That he should at least show a fucking iota of respect to someone who could kill him in a move or two. But… in her head he’s still redeemable.
And Morgan would probably be pissed.
The Wraith slides her chakram from its holster and turns so Sah is at her back. Squatting down, she sends it skimming across the ground in an arc in front of her, so it can slice through a bunch of them all at once, reaching out with her other hand to easily catch it.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
