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
His arrow gets there before Loki does, and even though she recognizes the Flood, she can’t hold back a reptilian scream of frustration as he takes what would have been… oh, two meals for her?
She dives for his head but pulls up with plenty of room to spare, never truly intending to hit him. That would be mean. Loki isn’t mean. Loki likes Haai, and by extension, she likes Sunjata. Another cry echoes in the darkness as she calls for her friend, calling her out of wherever she’s (obviously) hiding. Wessex traipses on behind her companion, materializing out of the heavy, inky darkness like, well… a Wraith. Shocker.
“Nice shot.” she offers, calm and quiet. “Fancy meeting you out here.” The truth is that she has no idea where Nate and Sunjata live these days, only that they're not in Torchline anymore.
She dives for his head but pulls up with plenty of room to spare, never truly intending to hit him. That would be mean. Loki isn’t mean. Loki likes Haai, and by extension, she likes Sunjata. Another cry echoes in the darkness as she calls for her friend, calling her out of wherever she’s (obviously) hiding. Wessex traipses on behind her companion, materializing out of the heavy, inky darkness like, well… a Wraith. Shocker.
“Nice shot.” she offers, calm and quiet. “Fancy meeting you out here.” The truth is that she has no idea where Nate and Sunjata live these days, only that they're not in Torchline anymore.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
