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
It takes a moment for Wessex to comprehend that the man speaking thinks going to the Voice requires something ExTrA.
Shaking her head, she brushes it away. “What do you mean, exactly? Nothing. Go to a shrine. Ask away. She doesn’t require any kind of offering and won’t get pissy if you bring something she’s, I don’t know, not interested in..” And then a little side tilt, in consideration. “Although I can imagine she might be quite angry if she gave you something and then you used it to hurt Ascended. That might be bad.” But only maybe. She can’t say for certain. Looking down at Nate, who’d since spoken up, and Adam, who added something of value in his own way. They don’t need to add anything, but if they wanted to, there's space.
Though if this was going to be it, she might call it soon.
Shaking her head, she brushes it away. “What do you mean, exactly? Nothing. Go to a shrine. Ask away. She doesn’t require any kind of offering and won’t get pissy if you bring something she’s, I don’t know, not interested in..” And then a little side tilt, in consideration. “Although I can imagine she might be quite angry if she gave you something and then you used it to hurt Ascended. That might be bad.” But only maybe. She can’t say for certain. Looking down at Nate, who’d since spoken up, and Adam, who added something of value in his own way. They don’t need to add anything, but if they wanted to, there's space.
Though if this was going to be it, she might call it soon.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
