PHOEBE
Phoebe glared and nodded at Remi's shock. Of all the things that could end something, that wasn't one most would think would be a problem - especially since Lusea was supposed to be dead. "I'm dying. Better to be alone anyways." she grumbled in a flickering moment of lucidity. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, and the dead look in her eyes returned.
Soup or nothing. Her nose wrinkled, but there was nothing she could do, bound up like she was. "Fine. Soup." she mumbled as her stomach growled. Phoebe groaned and pressed against the vines holding her in place. "Let me go, please?" she asked pitifully. She didn't like the feeling of being stuck in place like this, and she really would prefer to eat something else besides soup.
Soup or nothing. Her nose wrinkled, but there was nothing she could do, bound up like she was. "Fine. Soup." she mumbled as her stomach growled. Phoebe groaned and pressed against the vines holding her in place. "Let me go, please?" she asked pitifully. She didn't like the feeling of being stuck in place like this, and she really would prefer to eat something else besides soup.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
