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
Sure, she could kill Locke, but that wouldn’t be a very smart move, now would it? And Wessex is, if nothing else, rather calculating. The Attuned is a means to an end and a potential decent relation. She wouldn’t throw that away - not right now.
The familiar gush of tangy blood and sweaty skin floods her mouth along with her sensors as they start to crank into overdrive. She groans against his neck, strangely intimate for the kind of person Wessex is, and for a moment her grip tightens on his arm. But again, she is the Wraith and she knows how to do this (thanks to Sunjata for the multiple lessons), how much is needed and the impositions of latching on too long.
A pulse more and she pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning like an idiot. That was fun.
Okay, let’s do this.
The familiar gush of tangy blood and sweaty skin floods her mouth along with her sensors as they start to crank into overdrive. She groans against his neck, strangely intimate for the kind of person Wessex is, and for a moment her grip tightens on his arm. But again, she is the Wraith and she knows how to do this (thanks to Sunjata for the multiple lessons), how much is needed and the impositions of latching on too long.
A pulse more and she pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning like an idiot. That was fun.
Okay, let’s do this.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
