the kids aren’t alright

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Was his purpose to cause her pain? Did he wish to see her fight, to scream and yell and spew venom as the blight was apt to make her do? His words cut and punched and kicked, tearing into the contentment she felt. If she hadn't brought her...they would still be. But when he dared say those words - that he loved her - her eyes closed, feeling tears begin to rise. She would not let them beat her this time. "Don't say things like that as if it will somehow change things, as if it will mend my heart or make me forgive you for not choosing me. I am happy you are happy, but I don't owe you any guise of contentment with the consequences of your choices." she said quietly. Yes, she had been the one to walk away, but only to avoid this - avoid the bargaining that would lead to this end. He loved her for getting him to open up. He loved Lusea. The less words, the more powerful the sentiment. Feeling the conflict building in her through their bond, Pim took sudden action. He rushed forward, jumping onto the bed next to her, surging up on his hind legs, balanced ny his outstreched wings. The pink dragonling roared at the top of his lungs, the low, gutteral sound resounding, echoing through the room. He snarled and snapped towards the male, fangs barred. There would be no distressing his companion. Not on his watch.