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
A please is better than she’d get from most, but Wessex would rather end on half a high note, so the demigod simply chuckles again and says, Same here, friend. Friend might be stretching it, but let’s all just enjoy how they didn’t get eaten by anything in the Maw and kinda-sorta bonded over hating Sam and all that jazz.
More or less letting Nate pass her (is she really? Who knows), Wessex breaks the surface just behind him, trading dark water for a twinkling sky and oh - good, the island and their boat is still there.
“Thanks for coming. If you ever want to punch Sam, I’ll hold ‘im for ya.” There’s a bit of a cheesy, twinkling half-smile before the Wraith turns and swims to the island, ready to head back to Torchline and finish her night… well, however Wessex usually finishes her nights.
More or less letting Nate pass her (is she really? Who knows), Wessex breaks the surface just behind him, trading dark water for a twinkling sky and oh - good, the island and their boat is still there.
“Thanks for coming. If you ever want to punch Sam, I’ll hold ‘im for ya.” There’s a bit of a cheesy, twinkling half-smile before the Wraith turns and swims to the island, ready to head back to Torchline and finish her night… well, however Wessex usually finishes her nights.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
