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
Wessex hauls her encantado out of the water, hitting them at the first sign of stirring with a biopulse. It feels like cheating, but she imagines it’s the only way to keep them from flopping all over the place. And as she is not familiar with the world of blood letting, or even healing (past the usual wrap it up and hope it heals correctly), the Wraith is happy to follow the others’ lead. “Sure. Amun says he has some vials too.” As their brother’s head breaks the surface, Wessex nods and unsheathes her claws: one hand on her own encantado, the other becomes a scalpel. She slices into the dolphin’s flesh where indicated, hoping that one is enough - but knowing there’s a backup in case something happens.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
