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
This is no small gift, and Wessex knows it, but the Wraith doesn’t know what to expect? The rejuvenation of her Goddess? The flood of - of ice and freezing cold that she hasn’t felt in years. The kind that would have killed her if she mortal. The woman jerks and moans into the offering, though whether it’s a sound of pleasure or pain (or both? Yes, Wessex has found the joy in mixing the two), only the demigod can know.
Deepfrost floods her veins and she draws heavily, miraculously avoiding brainfreeze, until she is sated. Pulling away with a gasp, eyes wide, she steadies herself on all fours before rising. “Fuck, that’s cold.” How long it will stay with her, or when it will be needed is something for fate to decide, but Wessex has a smile on her face and ideas in her head as she bows to the Eirachi. “Your power is fearful. I look forward to using it.”
Unless the Eirachi has anything else to say or use her for, the Wraith will exit into the maze of the Underground.
Deepfrost floods her veins and she draws heavily, miraculously avoiding brainfreeze, until she is sated. Pulling away with a gasp, eyes wide, she steadies herself on all fours before rising. “Fuck, that’s cold.” How long it will stay with her, or when it will be needed is something for fate to decide, but Wessex has a smile on her face and ideas in her head as she bows to the Eirachi. “Your power is fearful. I look forward to using it.”
Unless the Eirachi has anything else to say or use her for, the Wraith will exit into the maze of the Underground.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
