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
As always, Wessex’s smile grows easily at the sight of her Goddess. Loki claws her way out of the sling and trills a greeting to the Voice as well before leaping to the ground. “I’m sorry it took longer than expected,” she murmurs, slightly apologetic but not too hard on herself. Basking the Voice’s electric radiance, it’s only the shrinking of her smile to something more tight and nervous that betrays her own hesitancy when she hears it reiterated that this has never been done before.
“I trust your work.” And she does. Completely. If nothing else, she does think the Goddess somewhat of a genius.
Laying down, she has to gently push away Loki’s nose before looking up and giving her consent with a decisive nod. She’s ready. Come what may.
“I trust your work.” And she does. Completely. If nothing else, she does think the Goddess somewhat of a genius.
Laying down, she has to gently push away Loki’s nose before looking up and giving her consent with a decisive nod. She’s ready. Come what may.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
