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
Standing in front of the white, glowing crate, Wessex is sure she’s made the right choice for her until all of a sudden, the feeling of laughter - or someone laughing? - washes over her like a warm splash of water. Or so she might describe it, remembering what warmth feelings like. It’s nice, but it isn’t for her. And as the faithful demigod turns her head, she realizes that there are other feelings coming from the rest of the boxes and bags.
One by one, the Wraith wanders up to them, until she finds herself at the warm paper bag. It makes her pause, this feeling of cool shadows. Calling to her - for she is a creature of the dark and and many shadows. Smiling slightly to herself, Wessex chooses a new treasure.
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Wessex chooses the warm paper bag.
One by one, the Wraith wanders up to them, until she finds herself at the warm paper bag. It makes her pause, this feeling of cool shadows. Calling to her - for she is a creature of the dark and and many shadows. Smiling slightly to herself, Wessex chooses a new treasure.
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Wessex chooses the warm paper bag.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
