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
She opens one eye first, and then the other, at the sound of a growl, but there’s no creature in front of her. Her eyes end up focusing on a man, and it takes her a moment to make the assumption. And it is purely an assumption.
“What do you mean?” Wessex asks with a brief furrowing of her brow. “It’s hot. Period.” Not that she knows it, personally, as Tanau had granted the group that saved him immunity from the heat of the Climb. “For everyone, I think.” Light blue eyes flicker over him, then to their surroundings, which haven’t changed much since she last closed them. It’s an odd place for either of them to be, but she doesn’t try to pry into the stranger’s business.
Not yet, at least.
“What do you mean?” Wessex asks with a brief furrowing of her brow. “It’s hot. Period.” Not that she knows it, personally, as Tanau had granted the group that saved him immunity from the heat of the Climb. “For everyone, I think.” Light blue eyes flicker over him, then to their surroundings, which haven’t changed much since she last closed them. It’s an odd place for either of them to be, but she doesn’t try to pry into the stranger’s business.
Not yet, at least.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
