PHOEBE
The way he calls her darling, the near happy and simultaneously teasing lilt of his voice reminds her suddenly of Frey. And in a way, this seemed very much like something Frey would do – drop her in a pool and hang around to help but more or less just being there rather than doing much aside from not letting her drown. Pim tilted his head, watching curiously as the two spun in a circle in the water.”I would have drowned.” she said without hesitation. She was being realistic. This was clearly not her natural inclination at all. ”Thanks…” she mumbles a bit grumpily. She would have thought that not letting her drown was the absolute least he could do but apparently not. Phoebe was clearly not like the people from his homeland. She was soft and weak and wholly unfit for that sort of a lifestyle. She needed others to swim for her – not that she was incapable but a fighter she was not. But slowly she pushed herself away, still gripping his shoulders with tight fingers, kicking her feet to keep her head up.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
