WESSEX
the wraith
"The snow?" Wessex repeats, the idea slowly blossoming in her to a slow, bright smile. Oh yes. Oh yes, oh that is a good idea. It's stuffy in here, the amount of bodies and ghosts overwhelmingly close now. The oddest sense of claustrophobia washes over her and all of a sudden there is a definite need to be outside. Nodding vigorously, the Wraith does not wait for permission or for Chulane to open anything for her - she crawls across the floor to the door and reaches up to open it, half-falling out into the snow - not so much face first as like a four-legged animal. And there’s no shame about it; this is how she is now and all that matters is staying cool. [Fin]
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
