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
She greets her goddess with a warm, loving smile, well aware of her fortune this late in the season.
There’s always more capabilities that Wessex would add if given free reign. Nodding eagerly, she chuckles. “You know me well.” After a moment to collect her thoughts, Wessex starts again, detailing potential modifications. “I can think of two ways to go. Either fireproof armor that allows the wearer some level of fire manipulatione, or pure armor, head to toe, something that could be collapsed and carried in a pocket, or given to another person.” After all, there are about eight other people who could benefit from something fireproof. Wessex isn’t the type to keep it just for herself.
There’s always more capabilities that Wessex would add if given free reign. Nodding eagerly, she chuckles. “You know me well.” After a moment to collect her thoughts, Wessex starts again, detailing potential modifications. “I can think of two ways to go. Either fireproof armor that allows the wearer some level of fire manipulatione, or pure armor, head to toe, something that could be collapsed and carried in a pocket, or given to another person.” After all, there are about eight other people who could benefit from something fireproof. Wessex isn’t the type to keep it just for herself.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
