PHOEBE
Pim snatched the bits of jerky out of the air, tearing at them, pleased to have made the right decision. He watched as the man flipped Phoebe over so she could breath better. Perhaps he intended to breed with her again. Stupid humans, unable to smell lack of fertility. Oh well. He had jerky.
Meanwhile Phoebe's rage did not cease just because she no longer felt as though she would suffocate in the snow. Phoebe screamed up at him, still thrashing around, thoroughly drenched from the snow already. Nothing she wore was fit for such weather, and where her skin was not stained black, it near glowed bright red from the cold. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" she shrieked at him. The flower would not help. The flower would kill and ravage and destroy, the cleansing of Vi upon their souls like boiling mineral spirits on tar. But as he spoke of the snow, of their, past, of things she had done and said, she stilled, glaring up at him, inky tears still rolling down her face.
"Yes. When you loved me. When you picked me. When you wanted me." she hissed through gritted, blackened teeth. "But Lusea came and you forgot. You forgot how I held you, how I healed you, how I soothed your wounds and hurts and pains. You forgot how I made you whole - you don't want to admit it. You want her as she tears you to the pieces I found you in." she hissed, before laughing near maniacally at him. "And when you realize that you want to be loved, that it is all you wanted, not destroyed over and over and you realize that she cannot give it to you, you will realize you tossed me aside - the only one who ever really loved you scars and murders and vulnerable spots all, Jata." Her mind knew what would cut, what would hurt, where to poke and prod. Where her body was weak her mind was sharp and she would cut what and how she could, striking back against him.
"Because she loves your darkness. I love you. All of you"
Meanwhile Phoebe's rage did not cease just because she no longer felt as though she would suffocate in the snow. Phoebe screamed up at him, still thrashing around, thoroughly drenched from the snow already. Nothing she wore was fit for such weather, and where her skin was not stained black, it near glowed bright red from the cold. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" she shrieked at him. The flower would not help. The flower would kill and ravage and destroy, the cleansing of Vi upon their souls like boiling mineral spirits on tar. But as he spoke of the snow, of their, past, of things she had done and said, she stilled, glaring up at him, inky tears still rolling down her face.
"Yes. When you loved me. When you picked me. When you wanted me." she hissed through gritted, blackened teeth. "But Lusea came and you forgot. You forgot how I held you, how I healed you, how I soothed your wounds and hurts and pains. You forgot how I made you whole - you don't want to admit it. You want her as she tears you to the pieces I found you in." she hissed, before laughing near maniacally at him. "And when you realize that you want to be loved, that it is all you wanted, not destroyed over and over and you realize that she cannot give it to you, you will realize you tossed me aside - the only one who ever really loved you scars and murders and vulnerable spots all, Jata." Her mind knew what would cut, what would hurt, where to poke and prod. Where her body was weak her mind was sharp and she would cut what and how she could, striking back against him.
"Because she loves your darkness. I love you. All of you"
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
