Beach Party

Phoebe

"I remind you of that when you have your nervous breakdown." she drawled, grinning as she teased him. It was...freeing to be able to discuss something so difficult without ending it in tears or resentment. Was this how things were supposed to be? Is this how couples ought to work out problems? Neither Emmett nor Sunjata had ever allowed her room to disagree or discuss hard topics without a major blow up. At his proclamation though she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Only if you decorate the signs with penises. Frey would be disappointed otherwise." she said with a smirk. Phoebe doubted he would do such a thing - he seemed more bashful than she had ever been.

"Well...it is the only one I have so far." she said, kissing him back, hoping that for now at least, he could be content with what he did and didn't know. "You could ask Safrin about them. I'm going to be asking Frey too. The man I met was named Cian." she offered. But she didn't really know what else to advise him to do. "If they come back to the brothel, I will be sure to let you know though." she added. Hopefully that would offer him some comfort.

Honeyed eyes looked back at the sky then, noting where the sun had dropped. "We should probably head back though." she said with a sigh. The beach wasn't exactly the safest place after dark.

I can see your sad story eyes,
So how do you have no words to say