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, too, is content in the silence. Whether it’s the magic of the room that keeps awkwardness at bay, the after-effects of a powerful orgasm, or just her simple acceptance of the situation is unclear. Maybe all three work their powers on the older demigod and she pads around the room, replacing a pillow and picking up her own discarded clothing. Taking her shirt from Sunjata, she slips the last bit of covering over her head and shakes out her short hair, running a hand through it to try and tidy any obscenely wayward strands.
The offer makes her hum and purse her lips in briefly - the answer comes quickly enough with a close-lipped grin and a nod. This is a nice a feeling, a rare one, and she’ll do what she can to hold on to it for as long as possible. “Sure, sounds good.” Letting Sunjata lead the way out of the room, Wessex will shut the door behind the two of them, and leave what was done inside - neatly compartmentalized, like the majority of her life.
{Fin}
The offer makes her hum and purse her lips in briefly - the answer comes quickly enough with a close-lipped grin and a nod. This is a nice a feeling, a rare one, and she’ll do what she can to hold on to it for as long as possible. “Sure, sounds good.” Letting Sunjata lead the way out of the room, Wessex will shut the door behind the two of them, and leave what was done inside - neatly compartmentalized, like the majority of her life.
{Fin}
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
