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
Ok, now that is funny. Wessex laughs, a sharp chuckle, before stretching her legs out in front of her.
Hemming for a moment, she tries to put into words what she’s doing - which isn’t that complicated, but trying to find a good reason for it all of a sudden seems a bit more difficult than she’d thought. “Just… studying, I guess? All the unique animals in the climb. Not that one,” she says, pointing at Loki. “That one’s mine.” But the others, the lials, the fyrehunds, the gore crows.
Looking around for an example, she finds none at the moment (which isn’t surprising) and shrugs. “You? Don’t find many people here. It’s not fun, like the rest of the Wilds.”
Hemming for a moment, she tries to put into words what she’s doing - which isn’t that complicated, but trying to find a good reason for it all of a sudden seems a bit more difficult than she’d thought. “Just… studying, I guess? All the unique animals in the climb. Not that one,” she says, pointing at Loki. “That one’s mine.” But the others, the lials, the fyrehunds, the gore crows.
Looking around for an example, she finds none at the moment (which isn’t surprising) and shrugs. “You? Don’t find many people here. It’s not fun, like the rest of the Wilds.”
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
