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
Is she taking some sort of bizarre delight in NIkolai’s awkwardness and embarrassment? Yes, yes, a little more than a little. In a good-natured way, of course. In a one day you’ll learn, kind of way, as a mischeivous elder sister. “Yer cute. The ladies love cute ‘n awkward. Beats an asshole -” And here, she pauses, making an obvious pun ‘cause really, it depends on whose asshole and what’s going on with it. “Anyday.”
As they follow the woman into a separate, more opulently decorated room, Wessex tries to nonchalantly get a good look of whatever lies beyond - people, corridors, rooms, etc. Nikolai has a logical question and the Wraith has to admit that she’s not sure. “Well… " she begins quietly, "More or less flying by the seat of our pants here. Let’s wait a bit. I’ll ask about a toilet if you think you can hold your own for a bit?” On one hand, she thinks her younger brother perfectly capable of thinking on his toes. On the other hand… he was awfully flustered a minute ago.
As they follow the woman into a separate, more opulently decorated room, Wessex tries to nonchalantly get a good look of whatever lies beyond - people, corridors, rooms, etc. Nikolai has a logical question and the Wraith has to admit that she’s not sure. “Well… " she begins quietly, "More or less flying by the seat of our pants here. Let’s wait a bit. I’ll ask about a toilet if you think you can hold your own for a bit?” On one hand, she thinks her younger brother perfectly capable of thinking on his toes. On the other hand… he was awfully flustered a minute ago.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
