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
Yeeeaaaah, don’t let it go to your head,” she retorts with a chuckle, well aware that caring isn’t one of her more obvious traits. As the two of them venture deeper into the darkness, what little light they could have gotten from the moon and stars quickly falling behind, Wessex feels herself going into more a high-alert stage. She scans. And talks. Well I can’t drink or fuck either, but there’s a patch for that if you want it. You haven’t asked the Voice for one yet? Slowing her descent, she hums back, I wouldn’t be surprised. A big dark hole is the perfect hiding place. Some days it seems like Caido is known more for its monsters than its delights.
But that's why she's armed with tricks. And knowing the dangers is how she's survived this long. Nate's in good hands.
But that's why she's armed with tricks. And knowing the dangers is how she's survived this long. Nate's in good hands.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
