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
Laughing, perhaps more at the reality of the situation than anything else - certainly not at Hotaru - Wessex flashes her mischievous smile. “I’m everywhere these days. It’s surprisingly easy when you can teleport.” Gazing with a certain confidence out to the waves dropping that tiny bomb and then back to her companion, the Wraith slyly searches for any signs of being impressed. What is the point of having powers if she can’t use them to impress a smokin’ lady every now and then? Men, too, she supposes, even if she hasn’t had one in what seems like forever.
Taking off the cloak she’s conveniently wearing, the demigoddess takes the time to arrange it carefully about Hotaru’s shoulders, something akin to chivalry keeping her from pulling the other in for a kiss. Instead, she offers to put her arm around Ru’s shoulders, in case she needs something more than the too-long cloak. Truth be told, it’s nice to hold someone again. No, it’s nice to hold Hotaru again. She wouldn’t do the same for just anyone.
Meanwhile, Loki seems to have taken pity on the ever-circling colt and settles herself in the sand in front of him, creeping cautiously forward with her blunted snout extended for a true investigation of this new kind of companion.
“Mmmm, they aren’t mutually exclusive,” Wessex quips back, giving Ru a bit of a side-eye leer, more or less confessing that yes, she does have enticing thoughts about the other on a fairly regular basis. “Unfortunately duty trumps playtime right now. First, some news - Weaver is dead. It’s a long story, but shit went down in Halo and she was named the new Warden. Shortly after, she fought an Ursur and won, only to be killed by a dragon who wanted the Ursur for dinner.” Visibly sad at having to recount this, Wessex looks down at the sand to gather control again. “May she burn brightly.”
“Second - yes. I was hoping you’d be willing to come on an adventure with me and Sunjata at the beginning of Flowerbirth. To rescue a spirit in a new part of Caido.” Whilst tempted to say more on the subject, she waits for a clue to Hotaru’s inclination before either continuing on or leaving it at that and trying to find yet another Abandoned or hybrid to take her place.
Taking off the cloak she’s conveniently wearing, the demigoddess takes the time to arrange it carefully about Hotaru’s shoulders, something akin to chivalry keeping her from pulling the other in for a kiss. Instead, she offers to put her arm around Ru’s shoulders, in case she needs something more than the too-long cloak. Truth be told, it’s nice to hold someone again. No, it’s nice to hold Hotaru again. She wouldn’t do the same for just anyone.
Meanwhile, Loki seems to have taken pity on the ever-circling colt and settles herself in the sand in front of him, creeping cautiously forward with her blunted snout extended for a true investigation of this new kind of companion.
“Mmmm, they aren’t mutually exclusive,” Wessex quips back, giving Ru a bit of a side-eye leer, more or less confessing that yes, she does have enticing thoughts about the other on a fairly regular basis. “Unfortunately duty trumps playtime right now. First, some news - Weaver is dead. It’s a long story, but shit went down in Halo and she was named the new Warden. Shortly after, she fought an Ursur and won, only to be killed by a dragon who wanted the Ursur for dinner.” Visibly sad at having to recount this, Wessex looks down at the sand to gather control again. “May she burn brightly.”
“Second - yes. I was hoping you’d be willing to come on an adventure with me and Sunjata at the beginning of Flowerbirth. To rescue a spirit in a new part of Caido.” Whilst tempted to say more on the subject, she waits for a clue to Hotaru’s inclination before either continuing on or leaving it at that and trying to find yet another Abandoned or hybrid to take her place.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
