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
The Wraith’s world is not the same as Eirachi’s and it is likely that the goddess will neither understand why she waited, nor will she care. Already so much responsibility lays on her shoulders (do this, do that, lead) it was only the promise of something to aid the Ascended that got it done at all. So Wessex shrugs and refrains from retorting, for there is little else to do but receive what has been promised and hold it until it can be of use.
Approaching silently, she returns the fanged smile, inwardly a tad hesitant (the thought that this might not be all she’d hoped it would be) but outwardly grateful and gracious. When access is offered, she bites down and drinks deeply, perched on the precipice of anticipated pleasure and a boundless curiosity. Who else will be able say they’ve held the power of a goddess in their veins like this?
Approaching silently, she returns the fanged smile, inwardly a tad hesitant (the thought that this might not be all she’d hoped it would be) but outwardly grateful and gracious. When access is offered, she bites down and drinks deeply, perched on the precipice of anticipated pleasure and a boundless curiosity. Who else will be able say they’ve held the power of a goddess in their veins like this?
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
