PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
Phoebe was growing increasingly aggravated as Edrei spoke, indicated by how Pim’s growl grew in intensity as she did so. She was tired of being underestimated, of quietly following along and people expecting she would just because she was quiet and demure. This was a make it or break it moment, and she had a serious decision to make – but it had really already been made when she promised Frey she would get to the bottom of this disease.
”I am doing it because my friend Frey, god of passion, sex and sexuality, and fertility, herald of Rae, asked me to research it. So I am not leaving until you say yes!” she said firmly, her anger only briefly flashing. ”So I guess I’ll have a double whiskey, neat, please if I need to order a drink to stay.”
”I am doing it because my friend Frey, god of passion, sex and sexuality, and fertility, herald of Rae, asked me to research it. So I am not leaving until you say yes!” she said firmly, her anger only briefly flashing. ”So I guess I’ll have a double whiskey, neat, please if I need to order a drink to stay.”
between me and you
