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
“I’m surprised,” Wessex begins, to break the silence as they head out of the Citadel. “Didn’t expect a Flynn to join me,” which is only to say because it hadn’t been done before. “But I’m very curious about falconry.” And Shaye, herself, has a good reputation. She could use the Natural as a friend - or at the very least, not her enemy.
Heading quickly out on to the Tundra, their legs unhampered by snow, Wessex slows as they hit an open spot and peers around, as if she’s listening, examining, and testing their surroundings. With only a bow slung upon her back, she finds herself reverting to the skills she’d developed before Outlanders had started dropping in on their doorstep. Goddess, how long ago that seems. Musing aloud, the Wraith gives a side-eye to the redhead. “If you were a luxere, where would you hide during Longheat?”
Heading quickly out on to the Tundra, their legs unhampered by snow, Wessex slows as they hit an open spot and peers around, as if she’s listening, examining, and testing their surroundings. With only a bow slung upon her back, she finds herself reverting to the skills she’d developed before Outlanders had started dropping in on their doorstep. Goddess, how long ago that seems. Musing aloud, the Wraith gives a side-eye to the redhead. “If you were a luxere, where would you hide during Longheat?”
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
