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
And just like that, they’re unexpectedly close. She offers him a breathy grin in return, shaking ever so slightly in mild amusement as the ecstasy wears off and they’re just… them again.
“Wessex,” she replies. Then adds, after a brief pause (Aamu’s conversation lingering like the ghosts of her ancestors in the back of her mind), “Theskyra.” Her other names, her titles, none of them are that important and if he’s going to remain the Grounds, he’d hear of them anyway.
She pats his arm in thanks and then slowly slips out of his support. “Been awhile since anyone’s had a drink,” she explains. “Not so long as you, of course, but -” but it still surprised her with its intensity - though that intensity is a good thing, she thinks. Reminds her that she’s still alive.
Loki circles down to land on the Wraith’s shoulder, nosing her to check on those never-before-experienced feelings that drifted through to her towards their bond. And when Wessex has put a hand up to reassure her companion that everything is indeed alright, she turns her gaze to the man, curiously snuffling at the air in his direction.
“Come on, let’s get you into some better hands,” she says to Cal, turning towards the maze and pausing to consider if they should teleport or climb or find their way through it all.
“Wessex,” she replies. Then adds, after a brief pause (Aamu’s conversation lingering like the ghosts of her ancestors in the back of her mind), “Theskyra.” Her other names, her titles, none of them are that important and if he’s going to remain the Grounds, he’d hear of them anyway.
She pats his arm in thanks and then slowly slips out of his support. “Been awhile since anyone’s had a drink,” she explains. “Not so long as you, of course, but -” but it still surprised her with its intensity - though that intensity is a good thing, she thinks. Reminds her that she’s still alive.
Loki circles down to land on the Wraith’s shoulder, nosing her to check on those never-before-experienced feelings that drifted through to her towards their bond. And when Wessex has put a hand up to reassure her companion that everything is indeed alright, she turns her gaze to the man, curiously snuffling at the air in his direction.
“Come on, let’s get you into some better hands,” she says to Cal, turning towards the maze and pausing to consider if they should teleport or climb or find their way through it all.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
