PHOEBE
Phoebe glowered at Remi as he stared at her pointedly, laying ground rules for her like she was an unruly child. Which, to be fair, she was in this state of mind, if not much worse. But she nodded her head, even as she gave him a begrudging glare. He was indeed much stronger than her, and she considered his threat serious – but she wasn’t going to eat soup if she had her way. She could be tricky if she wanted.
The binds loosened on her arms and legs, and she lifted her hands to rub the spots that had been held down. She harrumphed as she stood, Pim following closely at her side as she followed the little hall to the back of his shop. The blonde stepped just inside the door, looking around in almost confusion, as if she had never been there before, which she most certainly had. ”Soup?” she said, confused.
The binds loosened on her arms and legs, and she lifted her hands to rub the spots that had been held down. She harrumphed as she stood, Pim following closely at her side as she followed the little hall to the back of his shop. The blonde stepped just inside the door, looking around in almost confusion, as if she had never been there before, which she most certainly had. ”Soup?” she said, confused.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
