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
Looking around at the number of items they’ve created, Wessex sees no need to continue making them, they surely have plenty. Instead, the Wraith begins to tidy up as the others pack. She finds a broom and starts sweeping up the bits of dirt and small leaves that have undoubtedly fallen from the bent flora. Then a bit of a rag, wet, and she takes it to the candle station, wiping up any paint that may have dripped from their designs. Unsure of where the tools themselves might go, the ascended simply wipes or rinses them clean and then puts them out to dry in neat piles - all quite measured and methodical.
If they need help, she’s more than willing to carry the boxes somewhere, though she imagines none of the containers will be very heavy - unless it’s the candles.
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Wessex tidies up instead!
If they need help, she’s more than willing to carry the boxes somewhere, though she imagines none of the containers will be very heavy - unless it’s the candles.
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Wessex tidies up instead!
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
