heathen’s kiss

It didn't take long for Phoebe to fall asleep, sleeping soundly and deeply for the first time in a long while, exhausted from the activity and feeling content and whole. When she finally woke, hints of first light beginning to poke through her curtains, she yawned and sat up, looking around a bit bleary eyed. No sign of Sunjata anywhere. She sighed a little, staring off into space for a moment. So this was what a fling was like. A night of passion then a lonely morning. But she didn't feel as bad as she might have once assumed she would. It had been wonderful while it lasted. The young midwife rose and washed up in the little basin next to the bed, brushing the tangles from her hair. Her eyes widened a bit at the large, dark hickies on either side of her neck, fingers gently brushing over them. Her lips quirked in a small smile, memories flooding back briefly. Well, she certainly wouldn't be forgetting this anytime soon. But she wasn't bothered in the least by them. She could easily hide them with a collared dress or a scarf, or her ridiculously long hair. And if someone saw? Well. It had been worth it. She donned a pale yellow dress with a collar, heading downstairs to make some breakfast. But as she reached the bottom she heard someone walking around - and it definitely wasn't Pim who was simply watching her from his spot curled up next to Frey's shrine. Phoebe came around the corner, and much to her surprise, there stood Sunjata, looking around her kitchen like a lost puppy. "You're still here?" she said, surprise etched into her tone and expression. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world