PHOEBE
Phoebe smiled a little and shook her head at him. ”You think you would be bad at anything that doesn’t involve fighting people.” she pointed out, shrugging slightly. It was a running trend with him. Anything that was non-violent he thought he would be awful at, but he had proven time and time again his deep capacity for caring and love and affection. It might not be what he was most comfortable with. It might be difficult for him at first. But it was there, and that was more than some could claim.
He dodged her question though and she frowned, not moving from her spot. Offering her release was clearly intended to distract her, but frankly she didn’t care. Where she was didn’t change her situation. ”I want you to answer my question.” she said more pointedly. ”If you are going to keep showing up to talk, if you are going to keep insisting that you care and cared about me, I deserve to know.” she said, feeling the black tears rising in her eyes again. ”If I had had the time to know you as much as Lusea does, would you have chosen me over her?”
He dodged her question though and she frowned, not moving from her spot. Offering her release was clearly intended to distract her, but frankly she didn’t care. Where she was didn’t change her situation. ”I want you to answer my question.” she said more pointedly. ”If you are going to keep showing up to talk, if you are going to keep insisting that you care and cared about me, I deserve to know.” she said, feeling the black tears rising in her eyes again. ”If I had had the time to know you as much as Lusea does, would you have chosen me over her?”
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
