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
She’s late - and was, quite frankly, surprised that she had even received an invitation (did Sunjata secretly enjoy that little bite in the Tundra? The world may never know). Feeling more obligated to make an appearance than anything else, the Wraith literally appears somewhere nearby and after orienting herself towards the party, comes to meet the small group… which isn’t that inspiring. Loren - blah. Melita - probably still hates her. Nate and Amun - unusually cranky, the both of them. Weaver - the only true bright spot in the bunch. And Sunjata, the birthday man himself.
The whole concept of celebrating another year like this is strange.
Wessex heads straight for the booze that won’t get her drunk, pouring herself a decent sized amount, because if she’s going to indulge her dulled taste buds, she needs more than just a few sips. And after a large gulp, in which she savors the faint burn and alcoholic taste, swallowing without so much as a wince, the Wraith leans against the table and watches the interactions unfold.
The whole concept of celebrating another year like this is strange.
Wessex heads straight for the booze that won’t get her drunk, pouring herself a decent sized amount, because if she’s going to indulge her dulled taste buds, she needs more than just a few sips. And after a large gulp, in which she savors the faint burn and alcoholic taste, swallowing without so much as a wince, the Wraith leans against the table and watches the interactions unfold.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
