PHOEBE
”You too.” Phoebe said softly, equally cryptic in her well wishes to him. Luck with what? Lusea? Finding himself again? Who knew? Phoebe only half knew herself. As he stepped out she walked up to the front window, watching silently as he disappeared down the street, hidden by snowbanks that piled high. The midwife stood there for a few more minutes before sitting on a chair, Pim coming over to curl up on her lack while simultaneously crushing her because of his size. But she did nothing about it, simply petting Pim’s scales and staring into the fire.
If revenge was supposed to be sweet, then why did she feel so bitter?
-FIN
If revenge was supposed to be sweet, then why did she feel so bitter?
-FIN
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
