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
Truly not caring which shift she’s allowed to borrow, Wessex nods at the first suggestion. A predator (for all intents and purposes) like herself would never turn down something like a jaguar. “Sure,” she easily agrees, “I can take the jaguar. And do the hunting.” Pausing briefly, she looks at him with slightly narrowed eyes. “How far do you want me to go?” Like, she wasn’t going to hurt the guy who’s helping her. “I don’t think a snake bite will hurt me, so -”
So he has free reign. She just needs to know when and where to hold back.
It’s been a long time since a neck was offered. She doesn’t think he realizes the intimacy of that body part,
But, y’know, it would be rude to say no (would it?).
She pushes herself up off the ground and comes ‘round behind Locke. “I’m Wessex,” she adds softly, before sinking her teeth in.
So he has free reign. She just needs to know when and where to hold back.
It’s been a long time since a neck was offered. She doesn’t think he realizes the intimacy of that body part,
But, y’know, it would be rude to say no (would it?).
She pushes herself up off the ground and comes ‘round behind Locke. “I’m Wessex,” she adds softly, before sinking her teeth in.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
