I Pray I'm Not Awake

Phoebe's hands would feel covered, as would her eyelids as if she were being rocked lovingly to sleep beneath the weight of the ocean. The deity sighed and life around them bloomed and hushed into a soft and welcoming stillness. "Knowledge is overrated." Frey replied, shrugging and so making the entire world shrug. "What you feel is the only truth you need to worry about." The world paused pregnantly, all life seeming to halt as Frey considered the question. "Yes." They replied simply. "In my own way. As you said, what we know and what we feel are not always aligned." With a small smattering of laughter, Frey pulled away from Phoebe, but only so that they could look her in the eye. It was a strange sort of separation, for there wasn't any in that moment. Frey was just an extension of Phoebe, or perhaps the other way around, though now the god's kaleidoscopic gaze could firmly study the girl. "We all have our places." They said mildly. "Places out of time and away from the world." So saying the rising and setting suns seemed to glow with a hot ferocity and a breeze carried their heat as well as the scent of the sea. Frey

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