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
As the cloth covering the table is whipped off, Wessex takes a good long look at the midden-but-not-hidden items before the twelve of them. The light coming from the crate feels like the light that came from the sky, out in the Boondocks, and since timelines are always wonky this totally works. Wessex might normally have gone for something else - the shiny blue bag or the humming red box - but tonight, the pale glow calls to her. Loudly. Beyond all other reason. When others start to make their moves and choices, the Wraith slides towards her chosen ‘treasure,’ curious to see what the others will choose.
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Wessex chooses the glowing white crate
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Wessex chooses the glowing white crate
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
