in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
There was only so much prepping that Phoebe could do before she needed Lusea to go any further. She hesitated, hiding in the kitchen before coming back out. It hurt, seeing him there, hovering above her like he hovered above her, heart stinging with the slap of reality that she wasn't special. Of course, she had known she wasn't. She had known that he would treat her just as he treated any other woman. But to see was something different. She startled a bit as Lusea shoved back against Jata, her words accusatory but easy to deduce the reason. "Lusea..." Phoebe interjected gently. "It's been a few years since you died but Jata has never stopped loving you or blaming himself for what happened. So...well just consider me not part of the picture." she said with a small smile. She wasn't going to fight the inevitable. She wasn't going to try to keep Jata from the woman he so clearly loved. Instead she took a real step back, conceding to Lusea graciously.
"If I may though, I still would like to tend to your wounds. Ive already prepped some medicines, clothes, the shower, and a bed for you, and I have some dinner already cooking. I'm sure you're hungry."
PHOEBE
