PHOEBE
Phoebe shrugged a bit. She didn't think it would ever be over. Sure, the disease would pass, but she would always know what she did, and that haunting she doubted would ever fully pass. "I am sure it will take at least a season for it to be fully cured. It took awhile to spread so it will take time to heal too." she said softly.
He approached the bars and she wanted to flinch away but she didn't. Phoebe was expecting an outburst from him, yelling, cursing, reminding her of her place; how little she mattered or meant. How awful she was. How unforgivable. But he asked another question unexpectedly, and she stared at him as she contemplated. Had she meant what she said, or had it all been fabrication for the purpose of harm? "In part. In a way." she admitted at length, still holding his gaze.
"Is there something in particular you are wondering about?"
He approached the bars and she wanted to flinch away but she didn't. Phoebe was expecting an outburst from him, yelling, cursing, reminding her of her place; how little she mattered or meant. How awful she was. How unforgivable. But he asked another question unexpectedly, and she stared at him as she contemplated. Had she meant what she said, or had it all been fabrication for the purpose of harm? "In part. In a way." she admitted at length, still holding his gaze.
"Is there something in particular you are wondering about?"
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
