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 select few could survive his bite, that’s for sure - more if you count the probability that an Ascended could (though as far as Wessex knows, that hasn’t been put to the test). The little bit of scrub comes loose and she slides backwards a bit, spitting it out before bounding forward again, trying to catch snake!Locke off guard with the sudden attack. Her fangs may be bared, but she doesn’t go in for a bite, instead hoping to bat him around from side to side a bit. Her front paws come up, and like a housecat playing with a mouse (though they both know they’re far more than that), or like a kitten practicing the kill, she only seeks to stun him and perhaps pin his head down.
Remove the dangerous part from the equation.
What’s after that? Hope, maybe. Hope that they won’t have to kill each other on the battlefield. Hope that they can remember whatever this with an amused grin. Whatever you want to come next - given his potential current predicament. Shake hands and go our own ways. Remember not everyone’s trying to kill the other team. I don’t know. But I’m grateful, know that.
{FIN}
Remove the dangerous part from the equation.
What’s after that? Hope, maybe. Hope that they won’t have to kill each other on the battlefield. Hope that they can remember whatever this with an amused grin. Whatever you want to come next - given his potential current predicament. Shake hands and go our own ways. Remember not everyone’s trying to kill the other team. I don’t know. But I’m grateful, know that.
{FIN}
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
