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
“Yer doin’ just fine, Niko,” she confirms, dropping back into whatever accent she’s conjured up for herself in this form. And giving Nikolai a diminutive nickname in the process. Wessex isn’t one for nicknames, not usually. “Get me ten minutes or so.” She’s fast, right? Fast enough? Sneaky enough? They’ll find out.
Turning on her heels, the demigod saunters to the doorway and then turns herself into a very attractive looking woman - someone who might work at Mother Molly’s. Someone who could flit by in the hallways and make a quick round or two. Turning over one shoulder to give Nikolai a little wave, Wessex pads lightly out into the corridor and around the corner.
Turning on her heels, the demigod saunters to the doorway and then turns herself into a very attractive looking woman - someone who might work at Mother Molly’s. Someone who could flit by in the hallways and make a quick round or two. Turning over one shoulder to give Nikolai a little wave, Wessex pads lightly out into the corridor and around the corner.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
