PHOEBE
She blushed a bit, smiling at the gesture as she veered ever so slightly to the side. When he said his family were considered gods though, her eyes widened. ”Were…you actually gods or just royalty?” she asked, curiously. ”I was a nobody.” she said with a light shrug, looking at the ground. ”Just a common girl from a quarry village. I only ever saw the capital where the royal family lived once.” Briefly she wondered if this knowledge would be enough to revoke his offer of swimming lessons. Some people held pretty strongly to such traditions after all.Her blush darkened at his words. A…a catch? Her? ”Oh I’m not certain about that. If I were a catch I’d already be caught, wouldn’t I?” she said with a light laugh and a pretty smile. She was a bit too humble for her own good at times, not being one of them. ”A gig doing what?” she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side, wide brown eyes fully innocent of any thoughts that it might be less than honest work, despite his curious response.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
