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 finds it a very weird confession; not unappreciated, just odd, for who they are and where they are and what they’re doing. It’s never to let for a ‘come to Caido’ moment, in theory.
Pulling back up to her full height (shorter than him, but there’s something in the feeling), Wessex looks over at Sah, clearly a bit bewildered. “I mean… we could duke it out. If that’s what you feel like you’re waiting for…?” Not her brightest idea, Wessex feels like she’s scraping the bottom of the barrel, not quite trusting the Outlander’s word that he’ll change. And maybe in this moment, she is more than a little obviously unsure about where to go next and caught at some sort of crossroads.
Once she takes a moment to think about it, it sounds like maybe he’s been listening to someone who’s been filling his head with what they think the Wraith is, instead of who she really is. But even that is conjecture at best, and she issues another savage kick at a gourd, sending it skidding along the slick pathway to her left.
Pulling back up to her full height (shorter than him, but there’s something in the feeling), Wessex looks over at Sah, clearly a bit bewildered. “I mean… we could duke it out. If that’s what you feel like you’re waiting for…?” Not her brightest idea, Wessex feels like she’s scraping the bottom of the barrel, not quite trusting the Outlander’s word that he’ll change. And maybe in this moment, she is more than a little obviously unsure about where to go next and caught at some sort of crossroads.
Once she takes a moment to think about it, it sounds like maybe he’s been listening to someone who’s been filling his head with what they think the Wraith is, instead of who she really is. But even that is conjecture at best, and she issues another savage kick at a gourd, sending it skidding along the slick pathway to her left.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
