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
Humming thoughtfully to herself, she examines the slingshot (a normal slingshot, just as the Valkyrie’d said) and tests the band’s flimsiness with a gentle tug in one direction, and then the other. “It isn’t a fire kind of projectile, is it? ” An idle, casual question to the untrained eye, but they both know why she’s asking. It isn’t because she doesn’t trust Ru - it’s because she has to do her due diligence.
“Come,” the demigod utters, an invitation as much as a teaching command, as she opens up her arms to invite Hotaru against her chest. Not in typical embrace, oh no, that might break the two of them and she well knows it. The General’s deft, firm touch push-pulls at Ru’s waist, turning her around so that the two of them are front to back, spooning as they stand, because Wessex is spine-tinglingly close. An inch or two and Ru could lay her head back on a leather-clad chest - and if the Ascended needed to breath, it would surely come warm and humid against her ear.
“So you know the challenge is in the flimsiness of the band. Too rigid and it won’t go far, so that’s why you need a loose one, and you therefore need control more than you need strength for this." Sliding a bit to one side to give her pupil room to move again, Wessex keeps her eyes trained on the blonde’s upper body, murmuring a quiet, “Draw it for me.” while she watches.
“Come,” the demigod utters, an invitation as much as a teaching command, as she opens up her arms to invite Hotaru against her chest. Not in typical embrace, oh no, that might break the two of them and she well knows it. The General’s deft, firm touch push-pulls at Ru’s waist, turning her around so that the two of them are front to back, spooning as they stand, because Wessex is spine-tinglingly close. An inch or two and Ru could lay her head back on a leather-clad chest - and if the Ascended needed to breath, it would surely come warm and humid against her ear.
“So you know the challenge is in the flimsiness of the band. Too rigid and it won’t go far, so that’s why you need a loose one, and you therefore need control more than you need strength for this." Sliding a bit to one side to give her pupil room to move again, Wessex keeps her eyes trained on the blonde’s upper body, murmuring a quiet, “Draw it for me.” while she watches.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
