PHOEBE
That fire and brimstone he admired from afar would likely fade in beauty the closer he got as it was turned upon him. ”No you’re not, don’t lie to me.” she snapped at him, pulling her legs up to her chest as she glared out at the grasses. They waved in the cool breeze and Phoebe pulled her blanket scarf tighter around her shoulders. Why did everyone have to go sticking their nose in her business or going out of their way not to get along – why couldn’t they just let her be happy?Of course, Jata kept talking which was not the right move in that moment; though to be fair, not talking would have been equally as bad. She turned her honey eyed glare on him, lips pursed in a frown. ”I think it’s pretty presumptuous of you to tell them to call you uncle when we aren’t engaged. We weren’t even much more than a thing last I heard and you also told them you were my boyfriend.” she snapped at him, venom laced through the angry tone of her voice. Her gaze was fiery, filled with blight-fueled rage. ”Great to know my boy can say sentimental things to my nephew but not me.”
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
