in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
Phoebe glanced at Lusea as she spoke, smiling a little with a light laugh. It wasn’t all in a language she understood but enough of it was intelligible. ”And angel? Me? You’re too kind.” she said. ”I just like to help. In a world where you can do anything, why not love and spread kindness?” she said. It was true, she thought. She wasn’t perfect at it but it was her ultimate goal. Life could be hard, and there was no reason to make it any more difficult than it already was. If they could all just get along or at least tolerate each other, things would be so much better.But soon enough her illusion of peace and calm and stability was shattered. She entered the house and called to Jata. She set down her things but before she could see him there was a loud shattering of glass, Pim hissed and she jumped, looking over at him wide eyed where he stood almost stock still. ”Jata?” she said softly, glancing over at the woman, who seemed equally in a trance. What in the name of Frey was going on. Brown eyes shifted between the two, then Jata started forward and she quickly stepped out of the way, since he seemed unable to see her.
”Lusea, My leifde…”
The world briefly stopped and spun around her. Lusea. Leifde. Leife was what he called her. And…Lusea was dead! Wasn’t she? The expression on her face – not that any paid her any mind – was clearly distraught. She supposed, if the power of the Voice, anything was possible though. Roana had come from a slightly different time. Maybe…maybe Lusea had too.
Her heart dropped to her stomach with an all too familiar ache.
Phoebe turned quickly and headed to the kitchen, feeling her breath coming short but forcing herself not to panic. She had promised this woman clothes and a shower and a bed and she would be damned if something as silly as heartbreak over a man she had never truly had would stop her. The slap was lost on her as she quickly set to preparing a meal, prepping the shower room with everything Lusea could possibly want, finding clothes she thought might fit her from her extra stash in a cupboard and prepping one of her rooms for her. She focused on concocting healing remedies for her – things she might need. Calming and sleeping teas, poultices for her bruises and cuts, herbal tonics to boost her health and vitality.
If she sat idle, she would drown, and she refused to drown now that she knew how to tread water.
PHOEBE
