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
“Oh, is that so?” the Wraith says with eyebrows that arch towards the sky. Waving mortality versus immortality in someone’s face isn’t her style, but a contemptuous tone says she knows Edy couldn’t kill her if she tried. “You wanna talk about doing better?” Wessex laughs, hard and short, as she gears up for what is surely the first of many accusation flinging rounds with her kin.
“You showed up to the fight of the season with nothing. No borrowed powers, no weapons, n o t h i n g. I know your Launceleyn training, what the fuck were you thinking? Did you do anything to prepare? Help yourself - and us?” Sliding down off the hedge to join Edy on the ground, Wessex, in a fit of pettiness, removes her commplimentary shade service and stands full-on in the sun, a blatant fuck you, look what I can do move if there ever was one.
“You showed up to the fight of the season with nothing. No borrowed powers, no weapons, n o t h i n g. I know your Launceleyn training, what the fuck were you thinking? Did you do anything to prepare? Help yourself - and us?” Sliding down off the hedge to join Edy on the ground, Wessex, in a fit of pettiness, removes her commplimentary shade service and stands full-on in the sun, a blatant fuck you, look what I can do move if there ever was one.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
