That's my life, nothing is sacred
For Phoebe
Phoebe Steadman
the Nightingale
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood
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PHOEBE
"...it's about Remi."

The sound of his name falling off Sam's tongue had her gripping the edge of the door she held so tightly the tendons in her wrist bulged. And though it might be assumed from the shared anger of the people at Ronin destroying the Temple, it was instead from a place of grief. Temple be damned - she would as soon see ten such temples crumble and fall if only to have her brother once more. The gods didn't need temples, humans did, and she felt increasingly less compassionate towards her fellow man with each passing day.

Silently she stepped aside so Sam could come in, Pim poking up his head from where he lay, sprawled out on one of the couches. But seeing who it was he lay his head back down again. "What is it about Remi." Phoebe managed quietly.
and then there's me, always waiting for you
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That's my life, nothing is sacred - by Samuel - 01-16-2020, 10:16 PM
RE: That's my life, nothing is sacred - by Phoebe - 01-20-2020, 04:11 PM
RE: That's my life, nothing is sacred - by Samuel - 01-20-2020, 06:44 PM
RE: That's my life, nothing is sacred - by Phoebe - 01-20-2020, 08:07 PM
RE: That's my life, nothing is sacred - by Samuel - 01-21-2020, 06:34 PM

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