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
Ice? It’s a surprise, but it’s also good to know because it is something she has some experience with. Neron is all Ice and Life Drain and Illusions, and he’s been kind enough to share that with her in the distant and not-so-distant past. “Ice is fun,” she offers with a wicked, fang-tipped grin, her voice curling and dipping in its insinuations. Ice is so very fun. Especially when it’s hot.
But we’re training now, so keep it in your pants, General.
While Hotaru draws the band back, Wessex partially shifts a bit of herself so she can draw on the Kitsune’s powers. The tip of her nose changes, along with her ears and her pupil’s scent comes rushing in on her, beating down her senses like a barrage of fists and feet. She has to pause for a moment before trying to mask her reaction by scooting back to figure out where Ru is aiming. She brings aiming elbow down a little bit, pulls the stabilizing hand so its more in line with the aiming hand. Then a hand quickly taps at Ru’s outer thighs as the final thing to adjust (do they linger? Who's to say?) “Pick a strong stance. Find your target. Hand to ear. Exhale. Shoot.”
And then with a flick of her wrist, she sets the picture of a molten tiger in front of them, snarling and moving a little bit in its anger, but not very much.
But we’re training now, so keep it in your pants, General.
While Hotaru draws the band back, Wessex partially shifts a bit of herself so she can draw on the Kitsune’s powers. The tip of her nose changes, along with her ears and her pupil’s scent comes rushing in on her, beating down her senses like a barrage of fists and feet. She has to pause for a moment before trying to mask her reaction by scooting back to figure out where Ru is aiming. She brings aiming elbow down a little bit, pulls the stabilizing hand so its more in line with the aiming hand. Then a hand quickly taps at Ru’s outer thighs as the final thing to adjust (do they linger? Who's to say?) “Pick a strong stance. Find your target. Hand to ear. Exhale. Shoot.”
And then with a flick of her wrist, she sets the picture of a molten tiger in front of them, snarling and moving a little bit in its anger, but not very much.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
