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
As the pokiest poster least caring (or so she imagines) of the group, Wessex waits for the others to make their choices, and they do, leaving her with candle decorating. There’s a small irony in that, she thinks, because when you pair fire and Ascendeds together baaaad things happen. Not only that, but her artistic skills are a little lacking. Hope no one minds stick figure flowers.
Wessex points to the candles and heads over to the area, picking up something to make imprints with and the pots of paint. Sitting down she stares at the supplies and then dips in. Green for the stem and leaves, something pretty for the petals. A sun on one side. And in lieu of getting her fingers dirty and smudging everything, she calls up her shadow to hold and turn the candles as she slowly paints away in silence - the picture of dull concentration and odd innovation.
Wessex points to the candles and heads over to the area, picking up something to make imprints with and the pots of paint. Sitting down she stares at the supplies and then dips in. Green for the stem and leaves, something pretty for the petals. A sun on one side. And in lieu of getting her fingers dirty and smudging everything, she calls up her shadow to hold and turn the candles as she slowly paints away in silence - the picture of dull concentration and odd innovation.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
