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
What Wessex wants to say to Nate is something along the lines of: well I’m a monster and an insufferable cunt and this is what cunts do, so fuck off and take someone else’s.
What she actually does is something more along the lines of shrugging and ignoring his challenge. Something seems different about him, but she doesn’t feel like paying close enough attention to figure it out, blaming it on his recent muzzling or something. It would be enough to change anyone. “Felt like laughter,” she says. “This feels more like me.”
And that’s really all their is to it. Wraith. Shadow. Shadow. Wraith. Obviously.
As for what could be in it? Something as simple as a cloak, or that thing that Rex had - a parasol? But what’s weird is that the bag is warm but what she senses is something colder.
“A roof tile,” she says. Hoping it’s not, but what else could be warm and yet cast coolness? And still fit in a bag?
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Wessex guesses a roof tile.
What she actually does is something more along the lines of shrugging and ignoring his challenge. Something seems different about him, but she doesn’t feel like paying close enough attention to figure it out, blaming it on his recent muzzling or something. It would be enough to change anyone. “Felt like laughter,” she says. “This feels more like me.”
And that’s really all their is to it. Wraith. Shadow. Shadow. Wraith. Obviously.
As for what could be in it? Something as simple as a cloak, or that thing that Rex had - a parasol? But what’s weird is that the bag is warm but what she senses is something colder.
“A roof tile,” she says. Hoping it’s not, but what else could be warm and yet cast coolness? And still fit in a bag?
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Wessex guesses a roof tile.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
