POSSIBLE SENSITIVITY/TRIGGER WARNING
And just like that she was on her feet and by the door, her clothing restored as well as her will. Well, the will of her mind anyways. Phoebe watched the god with wide eyes, her hands still in fists pressed against her chest, unable to move save for her eyes to follow his…hers…its?...the god’s movements. It twirled her hair and for a moment she worried that it would take its chance with her first…but what was said was something else entirely. Relief washed over her. Gratitude – sincere, pure gratitude – certainly radiated off of her. This god had put her in a dangerous position and by some stroke of luck or grace or mercy or a combination there of it saw fit to spare her. And it was right, she did agree with the sentiment it said, and if she could have spoken she would have made that plain. But perhaps this god would know her heart without her having to say so.
When it disappeared, and she regained function of her body, Phoebe began to tremble from head to toe. This time it wasn’t from fear but from relief – her entire person having been rocked to the core and saved. Tears didn’t fall anymore, but her cheeks were still wet from those already shed. She stared at the ground, on the verge of hyperventilating for a moment. She had never been so close to coming into harm’s way before.
The unknown man spoke first and she looked up at him, her cheeks turning a pale shade of red. He had seen her naked and vice versa and…oh goodness how embarrassing. “I-I’m okay.” She managed, almost as a whisper. She was physically fine, but the mental scars of this encounter would last for some time.
Then the woman spoke to her. It should be noted that Phoebe, was not quick to anger. She was hardly quick to any strong negative emotion. But given the recent events, and the way Cel spoke to her, it ignited a fury Phoebe rarely felt. “You were going to rape me that’s what happened! And if not that give me as a sacrifice!” Her voice shook with emotion and tears once again rose into her eyes. “You’re so stupid! You came here and acted like everything was as it was back home and you messed with forces without measure, and I was the one who was going to pay for it! If that god had not taken pity on me you…” her voice caught in her throat, a sob taking its place and she buried her face in her hands. She was mortified. Beyond mortified. The god had been terrifying, yes. The god had incited the action, yes. But the god had also saved her when Cel - the human before her - apparently acted in a way that it deemed cruel and unusual for the circumstances. Who was truly the worse one? The god or Celosia? Phoebe knew her answer.
Tell Ronin? Oh yes. Ronin would be told exactly what took place. And so would her sister-in-law Roana. "I need to go." she whispered, turning to run out of the sanctuary as fast as her legs would take her.
RemiCelosia
And just like that she was on her feet and by the door, her clothing restored as well as her will. Well, the will of her mind anyways. Phoebe watched the god with wide eyes, her hands still in fists pressed against her chest, unable to move save for her eyes to follow his…hers…its?...the god’s movements. It twirled her hair and for a moment she worried that it would take its chance with her first…but what was said was something else entirely. Relief washed over her. Gratitude – sincere, pure gratitude – certainly radiated off of her. This god had put her in a dangerous position and by some stroke of luck or grace or mercy or a combination there of it saw fit to spare her. And it was right, she did agree with the sentiment it said, and if she could have spoken she would have made that plain. But perhaps this god would know her heart without her having to say so.
When it disappeared, and she regained function of her body, Phoebe began to tremble from head to toe. This time it wasn’t from fear but from relief – her entire person having been rocked to the core and saved. Tears didn’t fall anymore, but her cheeks were still wet from those already shed. She stared at the ground, on the verge of hyperventilating for a moment. She had never been so close to coming into harm’s way before.
The unknown man spoke first and she looked up at him, her cheeks turning a pale shade of red. He had seen her naked and vice versa and…oh goodness how embarrassing. “I-I’m okay.” She managed, almost as a whisper. She was physically fine, but the mental scars of this encounter would last for some time.
Then the woman spoke to her. It should be noted that Phoebe, was not quick to anger. She was hardly quick to any strong negative emotion. But given the recent events, and the way Cel spoke to her, it ignited a fury Phoebe rarely felt. “You were going to rape me that’s what happened! And if not that give me as a sacrifice!” Her voice shook with emotion and tears once again rose into her eyes. “You’re so stupid! You came here and acted like everything was as it was back home and you messed with forces without measure, and I was the one who was going to pay for it! If that god had not taken pity on me you…” her voice caught in her throat, a sob taking its place and she buried her face in her hands. She was mortified. Beyond mortified. The god had been terrifying, yes. The god had incited the action, yes. But the god had also saved her when Cel - the human before her - apparently acted in a way that it deemed cruel and unusual for the circumstances. Who was truly the worse one? The god or Celosia? Phoebe knew her answer.
Tell Ronin? Oh yes. Ronin would be told exactly what took place. And so would her sister-in-law Roana. "I need to go." she whispered, turning to run out of the sanctuary as fast as her legs would take her.
Remi
