Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Phoebe blinked, waiting for Jata to say something. But when he did...she rolled her eyes, groaning a bit. "You're incorrigible." she said, a hint of a smile on her lips as she lifted the glass of wine to them. It was a dark red, dry but smooth. Clearly something Remi had made for her, likely wishing to keep her stocked on decent wine after the time she got drunk on the awful local stuff.
Her eyes glanced towards the laterns, people still stepping up to place theirs. It made her wonder, knowing her life was fading in some capacity, that she might die or be otherwise incapacitated. "Jata...will you be sad if I die? Will you miss me?" she asked quietly, glancing at him. They hadn't been together long but...things had just fallen into place so comfortably so quickly. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle, two parts of one piece. But was that enough for him? Did he feel the same?
